Bambu - Upset The Setup lyrics

rate me

No surprise I’m from a gangbang culture

But we can keep it civil or pull a thang thang on you

Southern California where the sun don’t quit

And to generational gang so sons don’t quit

But immediately you see that the problems that’s in my city

Are secondary to what’s propelling it in my city

I mean really break it down, take 4 black and brown

Edu-Educate them poor, take the jobs from out the town

The innundate them with sedative drugs and dumb tv

Lock them to a zoo and hunted daily by the police

Then you get a group of you to know they don’t belong

Then they gather up and organize a number up strong

You see the failure isn’t see another problem made the gang

It’s the situation in the communities what we hang

So I’m so pro gang it might scare a motherfucker

Cause I fix the misconceptions that the enemies are brothers

[Hook]

Bang on the setup, bang on the setup, bang on the setup

Upset the setup

Bang on the setup, bang on the setup, bang on the setup

Homie, we’ve been setup

I tell them, I went from a street gang thing

Then I joined the military fleet marine force thing

From a little bitty gang in the south of los angeles

To dragging bodies out of they house to help a government

Who hell bent on keeping money spent on the missiles

The reality’s the difference between them shits is little

We had the objective of arming up over money

And they had the objective of arming up over money

And we told kids join us we the truth

Lies about protection our block to get recruits

Then we find out we getting killed for a hood

And we don’t own a single spec of dirt on that hood

Whether in the zone down south in Decatur

Or in the flat lands off of Lennox and La Brea

Or in the low rise project in Chicago

Big money come in and buy up our body

Throw your sets up, we bout to upset the setup

Upset the setup, upset the setup

Throw your sets up, we bout to upset the setup

Upset the setup, upset the setup

I do it for the crips and the blooders,

Bgf brothers, the real "Freeway" Ricky Ross and Chris Gutters

I do my thing for hoover, I represent for force

So my folk and my people throw they set to support

Support will mean the magic, she might say the shot

So maybe next summer no mama gotta cry

Cause maybe next summer nobody gotta die

Hell, even if we fail, somebody gotta try

Only way the system move, is somebody gotta lie

And the lie they told us old, they base it on your race

They separate you black, you brown, you yellow and white face

And we further separate by joining gangs…

Then out neighborhoods are now in war like we are separate states

So the police occupy our hood to keep down all the drama

So at starbucks they just built this comfortable for soccer mamas

And American apparel comfortable for all the hipsters

And it’s zero tolerance for all you spics and you niggas

And you chinks and you crackers

And it ain’t about who whiter and it ain’t about who blacker

But the money is a factor

And the factor is the factories got moved up out the hood

When starvation is present and absent is the job

A man will simply starve, oh he will form a mob

If you should form a mafia, then you should think Sicilian

Buy the hood for real, every block, every building

Feed the children, gang bang, on the system

Feed the children, gang bang, on the system.

Thanks to erisian23 for correcting these lyrics