Set The Pick Lyrics - Dj Whoo Kid

[Verse 1: Kidd Kidd] 

How many licks do a nigga gotta hit just to come up on a brick 

Like Craig hit Deebo with 

Take team work to ball man, someone set the pick 

I come around shootin' like swish, quote this 

If I can't make nothin', I'm gon' take somethin' 

Feds comin', one of y'all niggas done said somethin' 

Long as I remain here I'm gon' stay thuggin' 

Rap don't pay the bills then I'm gon' stay hustlin' 

6 million ways to die, choose one 

A lot of niggas afraid to die, you won 

You got all them guns inside, shoot one 

As the last nigga fall for they life, who won? 

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[Verse 2: Lloyd Banks] 

Yo fuck your interview 

That lil buzz you got is political 

I knock your pride out, I'm dumbin' down still, too lyrical 

You photobombin', awful timin', don't know nobody 

Hard to keep up with kings, I show a body 

How it's guided from a shattered stage 

Bout to make me a money barricade 

Usually rapping cane, gorgeous bougie bitch that Paris made 

My jewelry ain't the average grade 

Tool in my movie got you woozy from my acid phase 

Bubbly spillin' glasses raised, hold up niggas have to pay 

Shotty rip your leg away 

Sumo when I flat the track 

Assume I'm comin' back to stack 

Vroomin' somethin' black on black 

Room to let my Mac attack 

Vroomin' out my acrobat 

Zoomin' in my habitat 

Two's in my accomplishments 

Comments full of nonsense 

But them fools don't want the consequence 

Bruisin' once my crimes commence 

Bermuda trips in my defense 

Sharp as the razor that I use to rip your confidence 

Your losin' is obvious 

[Verse 4: Tony Yayo] 

Fuck your radio host, fuck your rap blog 

Fuck your favorite rapper and his big body guard 

Fuck the industry man the streets gon' remember me 

As T-O-N-Y Yayo, I been a G 

Pull up and these haters gettin' finicky 

Music loud, rollin' loud, potency can hardly see 

Splendid, extravagant relaxation 

I guess that's why these bitch niggas hatin' 

Got the persona of drug lords 

Versace slippers, Versace robe 

Hit Rio in Brazil 

My life real 

I got a lot of cliental 

I'm on that Pusha T shit, goin' diamond on my cell 

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[Verse 5: Lloyd Banks + Tony Yayo] 

I'm supposed to chill? Man shit is real 

That was my only destination out here in the field 

The drama cookin' and my partner caught raw deal 

The people lookin' tryna make it out on four wheels 

I ain't got no bail, shit is really real 

Now it's hots on one cot in the jail 

Prosecutor tryna kill a nigga for a cell 

Talkin' football numbers man, shit is really real