DJ DRAMA - Throw Ya Sets Up lyrics

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<i>[Chorus x6: La the Darkman]</i>

Hustler, gettin yo cash, now throw ya sets up

Gangsta, gettin yo cash, now throw ya sets up

<i>[Yung Joc:]</i>

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, the call it spic and span

Ask me where I live, what I represent

I'll tell ya'll the first letter of the alphabet

Yeah I do this shit, and I ain't never lie

I am hip-hop, bitch it never died

No who got sumthin to say, we got gun play

I seen you at the car, 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 betcha bitch'll break her neck just to know Joc

Then I take time to beat her back, beat her throatbox

The.44 cocked, throw shots through your o spot

No door lock, <i>[?]</i> shot three or four cops

<i>[Chorus x5]</i>

<i>[Willie the Kid:]</i>

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, DeRay when I'm taking a shot

I put you under the bus, the breaks 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

We ran a train on your girl, you can'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

This niggas change for a dollar like four quarters

<i>[Chorus x4]</i>

<i>[Jadakiss:]</i>

Word on the street is say ya'll bitch

The AR spit, I get higher than JR Smith

A lose lose situation, can't even win

I seen niggas burn their bridges, they can't even swim

I'm knee deep in the mob, any problems, I just send em to God

I'm in the hood like benefit cards

But this case got me lampin

Old school Levi Jacket with the lamp skins, skully and a champion

Wifebeater under the tee

Got the champer's hand stamp on the bundle 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 even a flat bin

Either a flat bed, throw your sets up if you gettin the stacks in

<i>[Chorus x6]</i>