Set It Off

[Intro]

Set it off, set it off, set it off, set it...

Set it off, set it off, set it off...

[Verse 1: Jay aka Jadakiss]

I'm saying "What!" to niggas that act like wreck

When I flash the TEC and hit a nigga in his neck

With two slugs, blood is a sign of vic

And if his bitch wanna snitch, she can bite the dick

That's my word, anything goes for the hoes

I'm snatching rings, earrings, jewels, and clothes

From the ghetto, trying to get my hands on a ki

So fuck Mike, 'cause niggas wanna be like me

They think I'm crazy, nigga, like a bag of dust

I don't listen to the fuss, 'cause I'm trying to bust

With the motherfucking BM drop, 3-2-5

By the way, me and my crew, we real live

Get absurd and hit a nigga with the bloody birds

Niggas can't fuck around with the bloody words

[Verse 2: Sheik aka Sheek Louch]

A-yo, I buck shots at midnight like I'm a fucking crook

Do stick-ups, head North, get the cash and book

I make ends, but it depends on my type of vic

If it's a dealer, the TEC-9 will kill him quick

Who's to say if I won't, money, and if I will?

I let it rip and up close, I'll watch your temple spill

Mad blood everywhere, but who says I did it?

Bullets they caught, but in my gun, it wouldn't have fitted

'Cause I'm blasting with the cannon every fucking hour

.22s don't work, I needed double power

Watch your back 'fore The Warlocks, hit the street

And stay low for the stray bullets past your meat

Mad young, but I don't give a hoot

So I just pollute and kick in heads with my fucking boot

So put your dicks up, money, or head North

Or head for the border, before my squad decides to set it off

[Hook]

Set it off, yo! Set it off!

Set it off, yo! Set it off!

Set it off, yo! Set it off!

Set it off, yo! Set it off!

[Verse 3: MC Lotto]

I know you niggas don't want drama

'Cause I'ma tear that ass out the frame

I was born insane and surrounded by the drug game

And ain't a damn thing changed, I still chill

With the Glock on the block, trying to make a mill

Niggas is done for fun, so don't test, son

I find a victim and stick him and move to the next one

Serial killer, but I ain't after Cap'n Crunch

I murdered the Brady Bunch 'cause I'm out to lunch

Lost my brain in the drug game, I love to do the wrong thing

I make G's from selling ki's of cocaine

No judge can judge me, police can't touch me

Watch out, shit's about to get ugly

I got the TEC, so respect the Main Source

MC Lotto, yeah – I came to set it off

[Verse 4: Sha-Queen aka Ma Barker]

Yo, watch the evil spirit rise when niggas get me fed

I slash a bitch and leave her weave up in the bloodshed

A heartless bitch with a switch giving bitches stitches

I got a backyard that's full of fucking dead snitches

And plus this chick is flowing slick, it's coming from the mental

No shame in my game, I'm aiming for your fucking temple

And plus I'm coming equipped with the mad styles

The niggas I kill will go down with chalk profiles

Yeah, your bloody roughneck, my style's damn good

The shit I kick is taking motherfuckers' manhood

So all that shit you plan on talking, yo, you won't be able

So watch your mouth before you catch a fist that rocks your cradle

And now you know my state of mind that I'm letting off

And any time that I rhyme, I'm gonna set it off

[Hook]

Set it off, yo! Set it off!

Set it off, yo! Set it off!

Set it off, yo! Set it off!

Set it off, yo! Set it off!

[Verse 5: Mikey D]

Yo, back the fuck up! Before I catch a body

I'm giving niggas boxes

And that's including motherfucking hotties

So get your pistols and your posse if you think you could stop me

I open 'em up like a autopsy

I got a crew of niggas waiting for the combat

If we can't get you, we stepping where your mom's at

So all that rah-rah shit gotta cease, I pop my leash

If it's beef, you ain't leaving in one piece

I drink a forty and I take over 40 blocks

Niggas with Glocks give me props, they say, "Shorty rocks"

From 40 Projects to 40 acres and a mule

Knock out a 40, then I'm knocking out 40 fools

If they ever try to get with the nitwit, forget this

The hitlist and crippling the witness

I gotta get it off, when I let it off

Straight up and down, motherfuckers, I set it off

[Hook]

Set it off, yo! Set it off!

Set it off, yo! Set it off!

Set it off, yo! Set it off!

Set it off, yo! Set it off!

Set it off, yo! Set it off!

Set it off, yo! Set it off!

Set it off, yo! Set it off!

Set it off, yo! Set it off!