Lord Finesse - Set It Off Troop Lyrics
Yeah yeah, we cold in effect for 92Yo showbiz, lets take em uptownWord, we gonna do this right just about know, know what Im saying?Im gonna do thisSet it off troop! get busy! (with your black ass) (repeat 4x)I shoot and throw rhymes, get paid the whole nineMicrophone check 1, 2, yeah its showtimeI gain fame when I entertain and make shit plainBlowing mother*****ers out the frameCause niggas try and diss me, mock me, knock meTry to like copy, but mother*****ers sound sloppyIm a hard hitter, so you figure that you rumble biggerAnd when you hear me dont compare me to them other niggasAnd ***** the heresayCause I hem a nigga up like mother*****ing flare legsAnd brothers thats trash I crush em fastStraight up and down, ***** around and Ill bust that assWord, I serve opponents to the curbI let you know Im not the mother*****ing herbAnd if you thought I was well you figured wrongSome brothers think they can hang, but what them mother*****ing niggas on?Run son, I aint the one bum, so dial 9-1-1If you thought you was a mother*****ing dum dumStand back, cause I drop knowledge, sonI school more niggas than a *****ing negro college fundSet it off troop! get busy! (with your black ass) (repeat 4x)One two yeah, and lets flipSuckers better skip town cause Im a kick some shit nowThe style they hope to get, they cant cope with thisThats why they playing the back, taking notes and shitThey got problems just flipping poemsSo whatever they smoking theyd better leave that shit aloneAnd yall want to play hardball talking aboutTearing shit up, man you couldnt rip a cardboardSo dont sleep cause Im a young fellaWhen I rain on that ass youll need more than an umbrellaIm no joke on a rap tipIll put my foot so far up your ass youll be sitting on my lap, shitIm cooler than superflyI still get the girls without a mother*****ing suit and tieI keep a hoodie and a low oneWhos down with opp? yeah, I see you when my shows doneMess around, I flip your frownYou suckers better step, but young ladies just stick aroundSet it off troop! get busy! (with your black ass) (repeat 2x)Its like that yall, and Im a keep flowingSo showbiz keep the mother*****ing beat goingCause Im a keep doing my thangIm straight making papes so everythings kool & the gangIm all about cash and females with bad figuresI dont have the time to be dealing with them crab niggasAnd speaking on whos badIve been a bad mother*****er since niggas was wearing doo ragsIt aint no puzz or a riddle, seeMother*****ers trying to hang but they belong in the little leaguesTalking bout they can rag finesseShit, I smoke them niggas like a bag of cessWrapped up in bamboo paperCause every time I get the chance I always kick some brand new flavorI can drive any child crazyAnd why dont I dance? cause thats not my style, babyGirls claim I dont excite themIf I was singing and dancing then them hoes would be I like him!Yeah, that shit is so gameYou wanna see a nigga dance then watch the mother*****ing soul trainIm hardcore, Im not changing or chancing itIm real ill with skills so ***** all that dancing shitAnd while Im hanging niggas up like the son of samLet them other mother*****ers do the running manTry and launch, you still couldnt harm thisHuh, Ill blow your monkey ass out the contestOn video or tv, tour bench or cdLp or ep, them niggas cant see meYeah, so dont try to get fash, clownAs quick as you come, I sit your monkey ass downTrying to hang with the man, maybe one day foolBut for now save that praying for sunday schoolCause Im a meanace thats in this to the finishAnd if I think Im all that then thats my mother*****ing businessIm about to catch wreck (step to it kid)(whos the mother*****ing man? ) yall know who it isSet it off troop! get busy! (with your black ass) (repeat 2x)
