Throw Ya Sets Up - DJ Drama, Jadakiss, Yung Joc

Five, four, three, two, watch it

Livin' like a…

Hustler, gettin' ya cash, now throw ya sets up

Gangsta, gettin' ya cash, now throw ya sets up

Hustler, gettin' ya cash, now throw ya sets up

Gangsta, gettin' ya cash, now throw ya sets up

Hustler, gettin' ya cash, now throw ya sets up

Gangsta, gettin' ya cash, now throw ya sets up

Hustler, gettin' ya cash, now throw ya sets up

Gangsta, gettin' ya cash, now throw ya sets up

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, they call it Spic and Span

Ask me where I live, what I represent

I’ll tell, yeah, the first letter of the alphabet

Yeah, I do this shit, and I ain’t never lied

I am hip-hop, bitch, it never died

Now who got somthin' to say?

We 'bout gun play

I send your ass to God, 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 bet yo bitch’ll break her neck just to know Joc

Then I take time to break her back, beat her throat box

The four-four cocked, throw shots through your hoe spot

No door knock, branded, shot three or four cops

Hustler, gettin' ya cash, now throw ya sets up

Gangsta, gettin' ya cash, now throw ya sets up

Hustler, gettin' ya cash, now throw ya sets up

Gangsta, gettin' ya cash, now throw ya sets up

Hustler, gettin' ya cash, now throw ya sets up

Gangsta, gettin' ya cash, now throw ya sets up

Hustler, gettin' ya cash, now throw ya sets up

Gangsta, gettin' ya cash, now throw ya sets up

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, D. Wade when I’m taking a shot

I put you under the bus, the brakes 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

If we ran a train on your girl, you couldn’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

These niggas change for a dollar like four quarters

Hustler, gettin' ya cash, now throw ya sets up

Gangsta, gettin' ya cash, now throw ya sets up

Hustler, gettin' ya cash, now throw ya sets up

Gangsta, gettin' ya cash, now throw ya sets up

Hustler, gettin' ya cash, now throw ya sets up

Gangsta, gettin' ya cash, now throw ya sets up

Hustler, gettin' ya cash, now throw ya sets up

Gangsta, gettin' ya cash, now throw ya sets up

Word on the street is say ya’ll bitch

Let the A-R spit, I be gettin' higher than J.R. Smith

A lose-lose situation, can’t even win

I seen niggas burn they bridges that can’t even swim

I’m knee deep in the mob, any drama, I just send it to God

I’m in the hood like benefit cards

But this case got me lampin'

Old school Levi Jacket with the lamb skin

Skully and a Champion wife-beater under the tee

Got the 'Champ is Here' stamp on the bundles 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 either a flat bed

Throw your sets up if you gettin' them stacks, kid

Hustler, gettin' ya cash, now throw ya sets up

Gangsta, gettin' ya cash, now throw ya sets up

Hustler, gettin' ya cash, now throw ya sets up

Gangsta, gettin' ya cash, now throw ya sets up

Hustler, gettin' ya cash, now throw ya sets up

Gangsta, gettin' ya cash, now throw ya sets up

Hustler, gettin' ya cash, now throw ya sets up

Gangsta, gettin' ya cash, now throw ya sets up