Текст песни Nas -  The Set Up   
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[Nas] 
Uhh.. (yeah, yeah, yeah) 
Q.B. since 1933 (know dat) 
To nine-six (nine-six motherfucker) 
Check the shit 
 
[Havoc] 
Nine-six 
Escobar 600 
 
[Nas] 
Check the shit 
My mindset, son got wet, I`m vexed really 
They snatched off his Rolex, smacked his bitch silly 
Why niggaz actin illy word to Will he bout to feel it 
I feel it, he shoulda been dealt wit it 
Them niggaz sour, they put to much flour in they coke 
And got the nerve to wonder WHY THEY BROKE 
While we was gleamin, niggaz was scheamin 
Seen the ill Beamers beamin 
Triple-beam and doublin cream, had em feenin 
to get they fingers on the dosa, I called Sosa 
Sosa, these niggaz hit the God, bring the toaster 
Meet me in the `Bridge I`m bout to go loca 
Left my `rat beggin me to stay and stroke her 
He came through with two fly bitches, Venus and Vicious 
wit two macs inside the Volvo, what up God, I`m still sober 
I need some Henn` to bend me over 
My nigga Hav got a soldier 
It`s gettin down it`s goin down kid (I got this, I got this) 
I heard he might not live, I`m holdin back tears 
Told these broads, to put it in gear  
with two females that don`t smile diggin they style yo 
Whattup son, these niggaz done started somethin wild 
You know the clique well, Ramel with the gold in his grill 
Tried to get a name holdin the steel, I paid attention to the females 
Maintain bitches when it get real 
Sos` pulled me close and told me the deal 
He said both hoes`ll peel, spray shots and reload 
and still handle the wheel, point em out smoke a Phil` then chill 
I layed back Escobar status, knowin The Firm got it cornered 
We on it, shit we was born wit 
 
[Chorus: Havoc] 
 
Spark the lye, Q.B.C. yo it`s do or die 
In this, business and trifeness 
I finesse this, for R.D., we chef shit 
Perfect shit, Albert Einstein minds connect wit 
dangerous sons, step back let the tech lift 
Lift you up, bless you wit a shorty then we set you up 
Spark the lye, Q.B.C. yo it`s do or die 
In this, business and trifeness 
We finesse this, for R.D., we chef shit 
Perfect shit, Albert Einstein minds connect wit 
dangerous sons, step back let the tech lift 
Lift you up, bless you wit a shorty then we set you up 
 
[Nas] 
Hold it right there pull over 
That nigga right there inside the Rover 
I knew he`d be right here, I told ya 
Let`s get him now, look at him smile, ice Bulova 
Polo pullover, big links and rockin boulders 
He`s stuntin, after he left my man like that 
without a fair chance to fight back, BUT I`LL BE RIGHT BACK 
He never seen us, Sos` gave the mac to Venus 
and Vicious, lookin delicious, handle yo` bidness 
and step to him, shake yo` ass try to screw him 
Do what ya gotta do to get to him 
A tight parasuco, with young faces 
can turn niggaz Buttafuco, of all ages, they was amused 
by the way they walked, way they talked 
Only if they knew these girls`d spray New York 
if they had to, heard him ask Venus, "Could I have you?" 
He jumped out a Jeep, heard her tell him, "Don`t grab Boo" 
They started chattin, was only bout a minute, flat when 
they jumped in the back of the Jeep laughin 
We followed them pollyin, he thought the hoes were Somalian 
Probably wanted to hit the Holiday Inn 
I grabbed the phone and called the Mobb and them 
We layed low about a hour or so, these bitches movin too slow 
We both holdin, what if them wild hoes started foldin?  
Sosa, said say no more, we started rollin 
Before we got in they must have shot him, security wildin 
There the girls go, hurry up we out in 
the 940, me Sosa and two shorties 
The punk niggaz got murdered in the orgy 
 
[Chorus 1/2] 
 
[unknown lady - not credited] 
Q.B.C. 
QueensBridge motherfucker 
Ropin niggaz up 
Cause our click is thick 
Another day another dollar 
More money, more murder 
Fuck this shit, Q.B. up in the house