Throw Ya Sets Up

Lyrics

[Intro: LA The Darkman] Five, four, three, two, watch it Livin' like a... [Chorus: LA The Darkman] Hustler, gettin' ya cash, now throw ya sets up Gangsta, gettin' ya cash, now throw ya sets up Hustler, gettin' ya cash, now throw ya sets up Gangsta, gettin' ya cash, now throw ya sets up Hustler, gettin' ya cash, now throw ya sets up Gangsta, gettin' ya cash, now throw ya sets up Hustler, gettin' ya cash, now throw ya sets up Gangsta, gettin' ya cash, now throw ya sets up [Verse 1: Yung Joc] I got big nuts, they call me big drawers Cut the work four ways, they call me Jigsaw I'm posted on the block with my dick in hand Chevy super clean, they call it Spic and Span Ask me where I live, what I represent I'll tell, yeah, the first letter of the alphabet Yeah, I do this shit, and I ain't never lied I am hip-hop, bitch, it never died Now who got somthin' to say? We 'bout gun play I send your ass to God, first class, one way Yeah, I got airlines, east and the west coast Niggas on the bottom of the map got the best dope I bet yo bitch'll break her neck just to know Joc Then I take time to break her back, beat her throat box The four-four cocked, throw shots through your hoe spot No door knock, branded, shot three or four cops [Chorus: LA The Darkman] Hustler, gettin' ya cash, now throw ya sets up Gangsta, gettin' ya cash, now throw ya sets up Hustler, gettin' ya cash, now throw ya sets up Gangsta, gettin' ya cash, now throw ya sets up Hustler, gettin' ya cash, now throw ya sets up Gangsta, gettin' ya cash, now throw ya sets up Hustler, gettin' ya cash, now throw ya sets up Gangsta, gettin' ya cash, now throw ya sets up [Verse 2: Willie the Kid] Ayo, Duffle Bag Willie, magnify my swag It's Mr. Cop Heavy, pop, remove my tag Keep a steady hand, I'm not a petty man I make it rain on bitches, the confetti man Fifty nine fifty capo on tilt, my ratchet is filled Put you on the back of the milk I'm focused, D. Wade when I'm taking a shot I put you under the bus, the brakes and shocks My niggas move white blocks, but no Styrofoam Willie The Kid, I got bars like xylophones Come on, man, these niggas can't fuck with me If we ran a train on your girl, you couldn't fuck with me I give my cash up, I'm very clever Niggas far from the point like Marietta A-Town nigga, goin' to flip number like score recorders These niggas change for a dollar like four quarters [Chorus: LA The Darkman] Hustler, gettin' ya cash, now throw ya sets up Gangsta, gettin' ya cash, now throw ya sets up Hustler, gettin' ya cash, now throw ya sets up Gangsta, gettin' ya cash, now throw ya sets up Hustler, gettin' ya cash, now throw ya sets up Gangsta, gettin' ya cash, now throw ya sets up Hustler, gettin' ya cash, now throw ya sets up Gangsta, gettin' ya cash, now throw ya sets up [Verse 3: Jadakiss] Word on the street is say ya'll bitch Let the A-R spit, I be gettin' higher than J.R. Smith A lose-lose situation, can't even win I seen niggas burn they bridges that can't even swim I'm knee deep in the mob, any drama, I just send it to God I'm in the hood like benefit cards But this case got me lampin' Old school Levi Jacket with the lamb skin Skully and a Champion wife-beater under the tee Got the 'Champ is Here' stamp on the bundles of D Got the throw away burners stashed under the tree Got my Baltimore nigga lookin' out, now that's hustlin' to me Can't wait to squirt lead in your back, kid It matter if it's a sale from the county or it's federal crack, kid Life on the back end or either a flat bed Throw your sets up if you gettin' them stacks, kid [Chorus: LA The Darkman] Hustler, gettin' ya cash, now throw ya sets up Gangsta, gettin' ya cash, now throw ya sets up Hustler, gettin' ya cash, now throw ya sets up Gangsta, gettin' ya cash, now throw ya sets up Hustler, gettin' ya cash, now throw ya sets up Gangsta, gettin' ya cash, now throw ya sets up Hustler, gettin' ya cash, now throw ya sets up Gangsta, gettin' ya cash, now throw ya sets up