Dj Drama - Throw Ya Sets Up Lyrics
[Chorus X6: La the Darkman]Hustler, gettin yo cash, now throw ya sets upGangsta, gettin yo cash, now throw ya sets up[Yung Joc]I got big nuts, they call me big drawersCut the work four ways, they call me JigsawI'm posted on the block with my dick in handChevy super clean, the call it spic and spanAsk me where I live, what I representI'll tell ya'll the first letter of the alphabetYeah I do this shit, and I ain't never lieI am hip-hop, ***** it never diedNo who got sumthin to say, we got gun playI seen you at the car, first class, one wayYeah I got airlines, east and the west coastNiggas on the bottom of the map got the best dopeI betcha *****'ll break her neck just to know JocThen I take time to beat her back, beat her throatboxThe .44 *****ed, throw shots through your o spotNo door lock, ?? shot three or four cops[Chorus X5][Willie the Kid]Ayo, Duffle Bag Willie, magnify my swagIt's Mr. Cop Heavy, pop, remove my tagKeep a steady hand, I'm not a petty manI make it rain on *****es, the confetti manFifty nine fifty capo on tilt, my ratchet is filledPut you on the back of the milkI'm focused, DeRay when I'm taking a shotI put you under the bus, the breaks and shocksMy niggas move white blocks, but no styrofoamWillie The Kid, I got bars like xylophonesCome on man, these niggas can't ***** with meWe ran a train on your girl, you can't ***** with meI give my cash up, I'm very cleverNiggas far from the point like MariettaA Town nigga, goin to flip number like score recordersThis niggas change for a dollar like four quarters[Chorus X4][Jadakiss]Word on the street is say ya'll *****The AR spit, I get higher than JR SmithA lose lose situation, can't even winI seen niggas burn their bridges, they can't even swimI'm knee deep in the mob, any problems, I just send em to GodI'm in the hood like benefit cardsBut this case got me lampinOld school Levi Jacket with the lamp skins, skully and a championWifebeater under the teeGot the champer's hand stamp on the bundle of dGot the throw away burners stashed under the treeGot my Baltimore nigga lookin out, now that's hustlin to meCan't wait to squirt lead in your backKid it matter if it's a sale from the county or it's federal crackKid, life on the back end or even a flat binEither a flat bed, throw your sets up if you gettin the stacks in[Chorus X6]
