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Set It Off
by Juvenile



[Lil Wayne]
(Okay) Uh-huh (uh-huh) okay (mmhmm) uh-huh
(Mmhmm) Street mix (street mix)
(Uh-huh) Listen, listen, listen..

(Ladies and gentleman!)
Okay I'm Weezy Wee the man and I reps it well
And it's gon' be Cash Money whether death or jail
Catch me flossin in the hood, tryin to get at ya girl
Or in a Porsche like a bat out of hell - vrrrrooom
Now I'ma tell ya how it is and no matter the cost
Respect me or get a shot to where you gather your thoughts
Got a Escalade wavin on them deep dish rims
And got ya girl sayin "We just friends" - I ain't trippin
I'ma do it for my city so ya gotta get with it
Blue-eyed Bentley, knew I'd get it, uh-huh
From the streets of the dirty, it's humid and muddy
We get money or it get bloody, ya hoid me?
I got some freaks on my side that you'll like
And somethin on my wrist colder than a Coors Light
It's SQ-7 CMB it's life
It's Hot Boy forever Weezy Wee get right, uh-huh
(Ladies and gentleman!)

[Chorus 2X: Juvenile]
A wodie, whassup? Wodette, whassup?
A wodie, whassup? Set it off in this mother whassup?
A wodie, whassup? A wodette, whassup?
A wodie, whassup? Set it off in this mother whassup?

[Baby]
I'm the #1 stunna Baby, B, Bryan and Bubba
Got that Crist' in my hand, a pistol in the other
Olde English and Hot Boy bout to get in some trouble
Plus I'm leanin off the liquor, bout to get at your woman
I'm runnin with them HPG's, them Uptown thugs
I ain't buyin the bar homey I'm buyin the club
So momma look, get chea, show me whassup
Put some straightenin on them dubs, and show me some love
Like Hennessy, (?), clean, G
You gotta admit it that's the way it's supposed to be
I'm the bird man homey and I'm sellin them cheaps
Put hits on bustaz while I'm brushin my teefs
Can't quit this now cause you done played it too strong
Stunna call you on it 'til I'm dead and gone
One love to them Hot Boys, sellin that wrong
And my homies in the pen, from usin they phones

[Chorus]

[Turk]
Look, forget what ya heard dawg, Turk still thuggin
You got me messed up, bout to make me start bustin
Trust me, I don't miss cousin
And the last thing you see is fire and blood gushin
I'm a lil' thug, always strapped with that thang
You get killed thug, when you're messin with me main
I run with real soldiers called the B.G.F.
Ready for anything you could believe dat dere
I guess it's in us to be the way that we be
We all from Uptown, from the 3 'til the 13th
We tote choppers, with a hundred in 'em
And you see them dome shots we bout, runnin in 'em
We play it raw, give a know what about the law
They get stole too when they, messin with us
My team still strong, we all from the hood
CMR for life, come between? Wish you would

[Chorus]

[Juvenile ad libs to fade]
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written by GRAY, TERIUS / THOMAS, BYRON O.
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, S.T.D. MUSIC PUBLISHING CO., WINDSWEPT HOLDINGS LLC, EMI Music Publishing