| Song | Set Up |
| Artist | Too Short |
| Album | What's My Favorite Word? |
| One, two, one, two, three, four | |
| 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 cocaine hit the streets in the '80s | |
| Right before the crack they was smokin' fat | |
| They called it ' | |
| Freebase' an' rich folks did that | |
| It's all good but nobody in the hood | |
| Put powder in water an' cooked it, they never would | |
| A white boy did it, showed niggaz how to get it | |
| The rich man's high got the ghetto addicted | |
| It used to be expensive, fuck that ten shit | |
| Turnin' out cute little bitches that was innocent | |
| Five years later, she to' up from the flo' up | |
| Niggaz used to kiss her, now the bitch smell like throw up | |
| What? I'm tellin' the truth | |
| The man had a plan that was killin' 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 | |
| You bought you some gats for niggaz who jack | |
| Put a 50 in the crib, motherfucker, bag that | |
| Somebody died, you're goin' to war | |
| You got a lot of straps an' you want some more | |
| You in the little leagues, | |
| AKs from the | |
| Middle East | |
| Guns an' 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 | |
| CIAA new kind of baller out in sunny | |
| Los Angeles | |
| Benzes, houses, young niggaz havin' this | |
| Oakland got a taste an' all over the place | |
| Detroit to | |
| Miami, they was rollin' case | |
| Down to I-75, whatchu need in | |
| AtlantaWhite | |
| Christmas, a bag full of dope like | |
| SantaWhatchu 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 yayo | |
| Don't look in his eyes, use your automatic weapons | |
| Shoot in the crowd an' keep steppin' | |
| Read about it later, wrong nigga got hit | |
| Shot a gangster in the leg but you killed a little kid | |
| Now where in the fuck did the guns come from? | |
| They used to put 'em up an' say, “ | |
| You want some?” | |
| Now you get shot, makin' all that loud noise | |
| Have your pistol on your side like the cowboys' | |
| 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, spend a hundred thousand cash | |
| You feelin' like a hoe, money comin' out your ass | |
| In a way, it's not your fault | |
| You stupid as fuck, that's why you got caught | |
| You never get out an' | |
| I'm still amazed | |
| You shoulda opened up a biz an' bought some real estate | |
| I'm havin' money, niggaz strapped like the military | |
| Know how to cook it, package it an' get it there | |
| You get paid? | |
| You coulda been a | |
| CPAWhen you weigh that yay, tell the | |
| DEAIt ain't mine, | |
| I don't wanna do no time | |
| They got the new laws havin' niggaz snitchin' an' 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 | |
| I got a felony, | |
| I was caught in a bust | |
| Got probation, they can't stop us | |
| I got two gat cases an' | |
| I still ain't been to jail | |
| They caught my little homey on the hill an' made him tell | |
| He told about the murders an' the whole operation | |
| I feel like the slave on a plantation | |
| Now I'm stuck in here an' don't wanna stay | |
| I wish I was a kid so | |
| I could go out an' play | |
| They set me up, man, it was a set up |
| One, two, one, two, three, four | |
| 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 cocaine hit the streets in the ' 80s | |
| Right before the crack they was smokin' fat | |
| They called it ' | |
| Freebase' an' rich folks did that | |
| It' s all good but nobody in the hood | |
| Put powder in water an' cooked it, they never would | |
| A white boy did it, showed niggaz how to get it | |
| The rich man' s high got the ghetto addicted | |
| It used to be expensive, fuck that ten shit | |
| Turnin' out cute little bitches that was innocent | |
| Five years later, she to' up from the flo' up | |
| Niggaz used to kiss her, now the bitch smell like throw up | |
| What? I' m tellin' the truth | |
| The man had a plan that was killin' 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 | |
| You bought you some gats for niggaz who jack | |
| Put a 50 in the crib, motherfucker, bag that | |
| Somebody died, you' re goin' to war | |
| You got a lot of straps an' you want some more | |
| You in the little leagues, | |
| AKs from the | |
| Middle East | |
| Guns an' 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 | |
| CIAA new kind of baller out in sunny | |
| Los Angeles | |
| Benzes, houses, young niggaz havin' this | |
| Oakland got a taste an' all over the place | |
| Detroit to | |
| Miami, they was rollin' case | |
| Down to I75, whatchu need in | |
| AtlantaWhite | |
| Christmas, a bag full of dope like | |
| SantaWhatchu 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 yayo | |
| Don' t look in his eyes, use your automatic weapons | |
| Shoot in the crowd an' keep steppin' | |
| Read about it later, wrong nigga got hit | |
| Shot a gangster in the leg but you killed a little kid | |
| Now where in the fuck did the guns come from? | |
| They used to put ' em up an' say, " | |
| You want some?" | |
| Now you get shot, makin' all that loud noise | |
| Have your pistol on your side like the cowboys' | |
| 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, spend a hundred thousand cash | |
| You feelin' like a hoe, money comin' out your ass | |
| In a way, it' s not your fault | |
| You stupid as fuck, that' s why you got caught | |
| You never get out an' | |
| I' m still amazed | |
| You shoulda opened up a biz an' bought some real estate | |
| I' m havin' money, niggaz strapped like the military | |
| Know how to cook it, package it an' get it there | |
| You get paid? | |
| You coulda been a | |
| CPAWhen you weigh that yay, tell the | |
| DEAIt ain' t mine, | |
| I don' t wanna do no time | |
| They got the new laws havin' niggaz snitchin' an' 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 | |
| I got a felony, | |
| I was caught in a bust | |
| Got probation, they can' t stop us | |
| I got two gat cases an' | |
| I still ain' t been to jail | |
| They caught my little homey on the hill an' made him tell | |
| He told about the murders an' the whole operation | |
| I feel like the slave on a plantation | |
| Now I' m stuck in here an' don' t wanna stay | |
| I wish I was a kid so | |
| I could go out an' play | |
| They set me up, man, it was a set up |