Set It

Lyrics

[Chorus:] Kicking that thug shit, set it, you could get it Your whole clique deaded, wet up, infrareded Head up in the street, whatever the weather whatever let's get it in It ain't nothing Kicking that thug shit, set it, you could get it Your whole clique deaded, wet up, infrareded Homie you bugging, you ain't thugging, what drug you on? You must be sniffing that bullshit! [Verse 1:] You rocking faggot ice, you're a maggot commercial pretty boy Bitch ass nukka, I'll bodybag you, slice Then steal your female through email Fight ten of you and prevail, get real gully, you will get killed I get ill, peel your grill flesh back reveal The white meat, fights in the street I'll brawl, don't test next Smash a bottle, pieces of glass slash your model face Plastic surgery, lacerate your goggles Mush you, I wish you would give me a reason to bruise your facial tissue over a racial issue Dish you out the most brutal physical beating for being stereotypical, now you're internally bleeding My trife rep gets your wife wet, my butcher knife will prep you for the afterlife so get set to repent I transform like a Decepticon and wild out on you tampon rejects then I'm gone! [Chorus] [Verse 2:] Your gear game's weak son you a no-name geek You front I'll make your veins leak you fake ass cheese, my chain's unique Nike Pippens, yo while my psyches flipping Michael Vicking you rifle grip and snipe a clip in you bicycle dipping Gripping the ox, I'll thug it I box rugged You little bug, your Glock in the cupboard, rubber grip pops are stubborn Make a face when you peep me homie Break your face on gp you don't know me, make a mistake and sleep on me I'm pulling dime bitches, my mind itches to relinquish nine bullets In a snitch's spine, I do crime distinguished You fronting homeboy I'm stunting with a chrome toy Hunting you like it's Rome Troy, your dome destroyed You don't rep Hip Hop, you won't step if shit pops off You're soft rocking flip-flops and slippers get you props I'll make your chick cheat then fuck her with my prick meat To a sick beat, my cliques street like brick concrete A nick of weed, lick heat at you, you need quick feet You look sweet, you lick feet, you watch chick flicks, dickweed! Time elapsed, can't rewind it back, kicked too many rhymes on the track Garbage your lines lack, you define whack Son I'll jailhouse you, got a razor mouthful It's doubtful you'll evade, I'm too powerful My blade's 'bout it fool, scalpel sharp, I got kicked outta school kid I could show you how to be cool! [Chorus]