Set The Play

(Passion Playas)
[Verse 1: Slim Guerilla]
They tryna lock me in a cell so I can rot in Hell
Call my nigga Almighty, tell em' I need to get my bail
He said no doubt, but what the fuck you talkin' bout?
Man I'll let you know, just pull me up to my bitches house
Pulled up in all black, sippin' on some fucking Yat
Eyes ready, steady, smoking on the set, back-to-back
Made it to my ladies house but notice all them lights was out
Thinking in my mind that the scene was lookin' fuckin' wrong
Knocked up on the fuckin' door but I heard a niggas voice
Kicked down the door, bitch I really didn't have no fucking choice
Then that hoe looked at me cause she saw the playa creep
Tryna set me up for a busta, motherfucker g
Knocked that ass up in the trunk cause I know them niggas ain't want no phonk
We in the lack, I hit the gas, then the sucka's chased my ass
Then I hit the light spot, sippin' on some Everclear
Mane tried to put a fight, gave that hoe a souvenir
Mane it's getting real late to catch a motherfucking case
I hit the gas soon as a playa really needed help
Gotta hit up on my head to see what's on they fuckin' mind
I turned around real quick, that nigga was pullin' out some 9s (pullin' out some)
Man tried to put a fight, gave that hoe a souvenir
Man it's getting real late to catch a motherfucking case
I had to plan something else, a playa really needed help
Had to hit up Almighty to to see what's on his fuckin' mind
I turned around real quick, that nigga was pullin' out some 9s (pullin' out some)

[Instrumental]

[Verse 2: Almighty Bumpin']
Aw shit, what the fuck, bitch is tryna set the play
On my brother fuckin' wit' the wrong one, she gotta pay
Grab the straps jumped off in a whip, now I gotta hit the street
If a nigga fuck with Slim Guerilla he gon' fuckin' leave, then she hit my line, said them niggas had em' at the trap
Said my nigga hold your ground, I'm on the road, I'm comin' back
Soon as I pulled up, niggas started bussin' straps
Took the safety off the Glock, you know I'm out the door and back
Playin' with yo life nigga who the fuck you testing
Nigga started ducking when I up the Smith & Wesson
Lethal with that bitch, if I miss you that's a blessing
Couple niggas ran, couple of them on the stretcher
Coming with that pressure, gotta go, time to hit the road
There was so much goin' on that we forgot about the hoe
But I'm sayin' "fuck that shit"
Nigga, time to hit that dope
Soon as we walked off she had a pistol to his dome

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