Bambu, Killer Mike - Upset The Setup lyrics
Killer Mike [Michael Santiago Render] Atlanta, Georgia, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Bambu, Killer Mike - Upset The Setup lyrics]
No surprise I'm from a gang bang culture
But we can keep it civil or
Pull a thang thang on ya
Southern California where the sun don't quit
And to generational gangs so son's don't quit
But immediately you see the problems
That's in my city
Is secondary to what's propelling
It in my city i mean really break it down
Take poor black and brown educate 'em poor
Take the jobs from out they town
Then inundate 'em with sedative
Drugs and dumb TV
Locked into a zoo and hunted
Daily by the police
Then you get a group of youth
Who know they don't belong
Then they gather up and organize
And number up strong
But see the failure isn't seeing that
The problem ain't the gang
It's the situation in the
Communities where we hang
So I'm so pro gang it
Might scare a motherfucker
Cause I fix the misconception that
The enemies are brothers
Bang on the setup bang on the setup
Bang on the setup upset the setup
Bang on the setup bang on the setup
Bang on the setup homie we've been setup
I tell 'em i went from a street gang thang
Then I joined a military
Fleet Marine Force thing
From a little bitty gang in
The south of Los Angeles
To dragging bodies outta they house
To help our government
Who hellbent on keeping money
Spent on the missile
Reality's the difference between them
Shit's is little
We had the objective of arming
Up all the money
And they had the objective of
Arming up over money
And we told kids, "Join us, we the truth"
Lies about protecting our block
To get recruit's
Then we found out we getting
Killed for a hood
And we don't own a single speck
Of dirt on that hood
Whether in a zone down south in Decatur
Or in flatlands off of Lennox and La Brea
Or in a low rise project in Chicago
Big money come in and buy up our barrio so
Throw you sets up
We 'bout to upset the setup
We 'bout to upset the setup
Up-upset the setup thr-throw your sets up
We 'bout to upset the setup
U-U-U-Upset the setup up-upset the setup
BGF brothers
The realfreeway Ricky Ross and Chris Dutters
I do my thang for Hoover
I represent for Fort
So my folk and my people
Throw they set to support
Support will mean imagine
She might say the Chi
So maybe next summer no mamas gotta cry
Cause maybe next summer nobody gotta die
Hell, even if we fail, somebody gotta try
The only way the system move
Is somebody gotta lie
And the lie they told us old
They base it on your race
They separate: you black, you brown
You yellow and white face
Then we further separate by
Joining gangs and legislate
That our neighborhoods are now at war
Like we are separate states
So the police occupy our hood to
Keep down all the drama
So the Starbucks they just built
Is comfortable for soccer mamas
And American Apparel comfortable for
All the hipsters
And it's zero tolerance for all
You spics and you niggas
And you chinks and you crackers
And it ain't about who whiter and
It ain't about who blacker
But the money is a factor
And the factor is the factories got
Moved up out da hood
When starvation is present and
Absent is the job a man will simply starve
Or he will form a mob
If you should form a mafia
Then you should think Sicilian
Buy the hood for real, every block
Every building
Every building, feed the children, gang bang
Building feed the children, feed the
Children, gang bang, on the system
But we can keep it civil or
Pull a thang thang on ya
Southern California where the sun don't quit
And to generational gangs so son's don't quit
But immediately you see the problems
That's in my city
Is secondary to what's propelling
It in my city i mean really break it down
Take poor black and brown educate 'em poor
Take the jobs from out they town
Then inundate 'em with sedative
Drugs and dumb TV
Locked into a zoo and hunted
Daily by the police
Then you get a group of youth
Who know they don't belong
Then they gather up and organize
And number up strong
But see the failure isn't seeing that
The problem ain't the gang
It's the situation in the
Communities where we hang
So I'm so pro gang it
Might scare a motherfucker
Cause I fix the misconception that
The enemies are brothers
Bang on the setup bang on the setup
Bang on the setup upset the setup
Bang on the setup bang on the setup
Bang on the setup homie we've been setup
I tell 'em i went from a street gang thang
Then I joined a military
Fleet Marine Force thing
From a little bitty gang in
The south of Los Angeles
To dragging bodies outta they house
To help our government
Who hellbent on keeping money
Spent on the missile
Reality's the difference between them
Shit's is little
We had the objective of arming
Up all the money
And they had the objective of
Arming up over money
And we told kids, "Join us, we the truth"
Lies about protecting our block
To get recruit's
Then we found out we getting
Killed for a hood
And we don't own a single speck
Of dirt on that hood
Whether in a zone down south in Decatur
Or in flatlands off of Lennox and La Brea
Or in a low rise project in Chicago
Big money come in and buy up our barrio so
Throw you sets up
We 'bout to upset the setup
We 'bout to upset the setup
Up-upset the setup thr-throw your sets up
We 'bout to upset the setup
U-U-U-Upset the setup up-upset the setup
BGF brothers
The realfreeway Ricky Ross and Chris Dutters
I do my thang for Hoover
I represent for Fort
So my folk and my people
Throw they set to support
Support will mean imagine
She might say the Chi
So maybe next summer no mamas gotta cry
Cause maybe next summer nobody gotta die
Hell, even if we fail, somebody gotta try
The only way the system move
Is somebody gotta lie
And the lie they told us old
They base it on your race
They separate: you black, you brown
You yellow and white face
Then we further separate by
Joining gangs and legislate
That our neighborhoods are now at war
Like we are separate states
So the police occupy our hood to
Keep down all the drama
So the Starbucks they just built
Is comfortable for soccer mamas
And American Apparel comfortable for
All the hipsters
And it's zero tolerance for all
You spics and you niggas
And you chinks and you crackers
And it ain't about who whiter and
It ain't about who blacker
But the money is a factor
And the factor is the factories got
Moved up out da hood
When starvation is present and
Absent is the job a man will simply starve
Or he will form a mob
If you should form a mafia
Then you should think Sicilian
Buy the hood for real, every block
Every building
Every building, feed the children, gang bang
Building feed the children, feed the
Children, gang bang, on the system