Taj Tilghman - Set Up lyrics

One.. two.. one, two, three, four [Too $hort] First we got the crack Then we got the gats Then they changed all the laws It was a set up Lockin all the young homies up Gettin 'em all shot dead in the streets Straight set up I remember when the world went crazy Crack c**aine, hit the streets in the 80's Right before the crack they was smokin fat They called it freebase and rich folks did that (that's right) It's all good, but nobody in the hood Put powder in water and cooked it, they never would (naw) A white boy did it, showed n***as how to get it The rich man's high got the ghetto addicted It used to be expensive, f** that ten sh** Turnin out cute little b**hes that was innocent Five years later, she to' up from the flo' up (be-itch) n***as used to kiss her, now the b**h smell like throw-up (hoe) What? I'm tellin the truth The man had a plan that was k**in the youth You can smoke it, or sell it, if you choose you lose It was a set up, got everybody singin the blues They gave you the crack to start flippin your sack You makin your money, it's sittin in stacks (yeah) You bought you some gats, for n***as who jack Put a 50 in the crib, motherf**er bag that (n***a what?) Somebody died, you're goin to war You got a lot of straps and you want some more You in the little leagues, AK's from the Middle East Guns and coke, you wanna get a piece? It was a set up, that's what the O.G.'s say I heard Rick got his dope from the CIA A new kind of baller out in sunny Los Angeles Benzes, houses, young n***as havin this Oakland got a taste and all over the place Detroit to Miami they was rollin case Down to I-75, whatchu need in Atlanta White Christmas, a bag full of dope like Santa (Whatchu need homey whatchu need?) It was a set up (I got whatchu need baby, I got whatever you need) (You got the money? I got the llello) Don't look in his eyes, use your automatic weapons Shoot in the crowd and keep steppin (that's yo' a**) Read about it later, wrong n***a got hit Shot a gangster in the leg, but you k**ed a little kid Now where in the f** did the guns come from? They used to put 'em up and say you want some? Now you get shot, makin all that loud noise (n***a) Have your pistol on your side like the cowboys (beotch) Cause you can make a lot of money when you sellin dope Sell your soul to the devil, say to hell with the Pope At the Benz dealer (yea I want that one) spend a hundred thousand cash You feelin like a hoe, money comin out your a** In a way, it's not your fault You stupid as f**, that's why you got caught You never get out, and I'm still amazed You shoulda opened up a biz and bought some real estate (I'm havin money) n***as strapped like the military Know how to cook it, package it and get it there You get paid? You coulda been a CPA When you weigh that yay, tell the DEA It ain't mine (it ain't mine) I don't wanna do no time They got the new laws havin n***as snitchin and lyin Cause what we do y'all we gotta get our own hustle I'm cool on the coke, I don't want no trouble (f** that) I got a felony (one strike) I was caught in a bust Got probation, they can't stop us (unstoppable) I got two gat cases and I still ain't been to jail They caught my little homey on the hill and made him tell He told about the murders and the whole operation (sh**) I feel like the slave, on a plantation Now I'm stuck in here, and don't wanna stay I wish I was a kid so I could go out and play (They set me up man) It was a set up...