Set It

[T3:]
 I'ma set it, get it, got it, good*
 I rep for my niggas in the D in the hood
 On that ass like the Fuzz, come and wack down on us
 They wanna see a player down, that's what it was
 All my ppl in the [ ], put your hands in the air
 And bop wit your nigga to the sound of the snare
 It's the [ ] to the [ ] with the S to the V
 The most killer most, 2 of the best on the beats
 [Chorus:]
 They don't want it? Ey! They don't want it? Nah!
 Can they get it? Yup! They can they get it? Yeah!
 Can I set it. Up, bout to set it, yeah!
 Can we set it. Yup bout to set it, yeah!
 They don't want it? Ey! They don't want it? Nah!
 Can they get it? Yup! They can they get it? Yeah!
 Bout to set it. Yup bout to set it, yeah!
 Fitna set it. Yup bout to set it, yeah!
 [Elzhi:]
 All my G's throw you triggers up
 By the hammer my hand on the biggest nutts
 No bamma, I blow gands when they split the blunt
 This is for my niggas stuck, up in the ghetto
 Pumping the metal, where they feel a fluff and they'll kill you
 They quick to buck
 Chicks trickin, chicken cluck
 Switching up to your whip that your sister bumped
 You'll be suckin' on tits and now your dick is sucked
 Steady counting figures up
 Benjamin's bend up to ten to twenty bucks
 Figured up on the Benz of any trendy truck
 I wedded and sticking up
 Innocent independent citizens
 Not givin' a cent of dividends, it could slit and cut
 I'm blowed and I'm liquored up, I've been told I'm cold as a winter month
 And showed I can explode when it sickens up, Bloaw
 Back on the style, let me pick it up
 Did you predict that what I spit on this hit is ridiculous
 I should tip my Pimping cup
 Just for pitching up percent of a pigeons rent
 Given for living expense at the stripping club
 [Chorus:]
 They don't want it? Ey! They don't want it? Nah!
 Can they get it? Yup! They can they get it? Yeah!
 Can I set it. Up, bout to set it, yeah!
 Can we set it. Yup bout to set it, yeah!
 They don't want it? Ey! They don't want it? Nah!
 Can they get it? Yup! They can they get it? Yeah!
 Bout to set it. Yup bout to set it, yeah!
 Fitna set it. Yup bout to set it, yeah!
 [Elzhi:]
 Don't let me catch you slipping up your numbers up
 Give and duck, or run a muck
 Attempt a jump like double jump, the clips'll bust
 Your clique is just sick of us
 Bringing the heat steaming me swinging defeat
 You street, dreaming on sleep, idiots?
 El, the sickest you ever heard
 And predicting a set of words
 That he stick in the head of nerds
 Or just gifted with lady curve and positions written to say something
 Gotta stay buzzing coming of the line like a fadeaway Dr. J jumping
 [Bridge: ~T3~]
 Cu-zin, we got the streets Buz-zin
 Villa blowing, bubb-ling
 Those who ain't caught on, fill em'...in
 We in this grizzie now and we playing to win
 [Chorus:]
 They don't want it? Ey! They don't want it? Nah!
 Can they get it? Yup! They can they get it? Yeah!
 Can I set it. Up, bout to set it, yeah!
 Can we set it. Yup bout to set it, yeah!
 They don't want it? Ey! They don't want it? Nah!
 Can they get it? Yup! They can they get it? Yeah!
 Bout to set it. Yup bout to set it, yeah!
 Fitna set it. Yup bout to set it, yeah!