The Set Up

[Nas]<br>Uhh.. (yeah, yeah, yeah)<br>Q.B. since 1933 (know dat)<br>To nine-six (nine-six motherfucker)<br>Check the shit<br><br>[Havoc]<br>Nine-six<br>Escobar 600<br><br>[Nas]<br>Check the shit<br>My mindset, son got wet, I`m vexed really<br>They snatched off his Rolex, smacked his bitch silly<br>Why niggaz actin illy word to Will he bout to feel it<br>I feel it, he shoulda been dealt wit it<br>Them niggaz sour, they put to much flour in they coke<br>And got the nerve to wonder WHY THEY BROKE<br>While we was gleamin, niggaz was scheamin<br>Seen the ill Beamers beamin<br>Triple-beam and doublin cream, had em feenin<br>to get they fingers on the dosa, I called Sosa<br>Sosa, these niggaz hit the God, bring the toaster<br>Meet me in the `Bridge I`m bout to go loca<br>Left my `rat beggin me to stay and stroke her<br>He came through with two fly bitches, Venus and Vicious<br>wit two macs inside the Volvo, what up God, I`m still sober<br>I need some Henn` to bend me over<br>My nigga Hav got a soldier<br>It`s gettin down it`s goin down kid (I got this, I got this)<br>I heard he might not live, I`m holdin back tears<br>Told these broads, to put it in gear <br>with two females that don`t smile diggin they style yo<br>Whattup son, these niggaz done started somethin wild<br>You know the clique well, Ramel with the gold in his grill<br>Tried to get a name holdin the steel, I paid attention to the females<br>Maintain bitches when it get real<br>Sos` pulled me close and told me the deal<br>He said both hoes`ll peel, spray shots and reload<br>and still handle the wheel, point em out smoke a Phil` then chill<br>I layed back Escobar status, knowin The Firm got it cornered<br>We on it, shit we was born wit<br><br>Chorus: Havoc<br><br>Spark the lye, Q.B.C. yo it`s do or die<br>In this, business and trifeness<br>I finesse this, for R.D., we chef shit<br>Perfect shit, Albert Einstein minds connect wit<br>dangerous sons, step back let the tech lift<br>Lift you up, bless you wit a shorty then we set you up<br>Spark the lye, Q.B.C. yo it`s do or die<br>In this, business and trifeness<br>We finesse this, for R.D., we chef shit<br>Perfect shit, Albert Einstein minds connect wit<br>dangerous sons, step back let the tech lift<br>Lift you up, bless you wit a shorty then we set you up<br><br>[Nas]<br>Hold it right there pull over<br>That nigga right there inside the Rover<br>I knew he`d be right here, I told ya<br>Let`s get him now, look at him smile, ice Bulova<br>Polo pullover, big links and rockin boulders<br>He`s stuntin, after he left my man like that<br>without a fair chance to fight back, BUT I`LL BE RIGHT BACK<br>He never seen us, Sos` gave the mac to Venus<br>and Vicious, lookin delicious, handle yo` bidness<br>and step to him, shake yo` ass try to screw him<br>Do what ya gotta do to get to him<br>A tight parasuco, with young faces<br>can turn niggaz Buttafuco, of all ages, they was amused<br>by the way they walked, way they talked<br>Only if they knew these girls`d spray New York<br>if they had to, heard him ask Venus, "Could I have you?"<br>He jumped out a Jeep, heard her tell him, "Don`t grab Boo"<br>They started chattin, was only bout a minute, flat when<br>they jumped in the back of the Jeep laughin<br>We followed them pollyin, he thought the hoes were Somalian<br>Probably wanted to hit the Holiday Inn<br>I grabbed the phone and called the Mobb and them<br>We layed low about a hour or so, these bitches movin too slow<br>We both holdin, what if them wild hoes started foldin? <br>Sosa, said say no more, we started rollin<br>Before we got in they must have shot him, security wildin<br>There the girls go, hurry up we out in<br>the 940, me Sosa and two shorties<br>The punk niggaz got murdered in the orgy<br><br>Chorus 1/2<br><br>[unknown lady - not credited]<br>Q.B.C.<br>QueensBridge motherfucker<br>Ropin niggaz up<br>Cause our click is thick<br>Another day another dollar<br>More money, more murder<br>Fuck this shit, Q.B. up in the house