Lyrics for Set It Off by Problem :
[Hook] [T.I.]
pus*y n*gga try me if you wanna
We open fire on yo corner
What beef? You know you don’t want it
But I’m gone with all that baloney
Boy you flawed and you phoney
I’m as real as it gets
Your homie soft and a pus*y
I’d rather chill with his b*tch
Set it off in this b*tch, set it off in this b*tch
Double-breasted Smith and Wesson
Set it off in this b*tch, set it off in this b*tch
Set it off in this b*tch
Double-breasted Smith and Wesson
Set it off in this b*tch

[Bad Lucc]
Shout out to them n*ggas
When I frontline with them yoppers
A O P my n*gga, play me one on one I call it knockas
Money by the bag and f*ck your drug I’m gettin’ mad dough
Daddy never sleeping when I’m creeping it’s extendo
Hanging on the roof I yell my city then I flex up
Me and Problem gonna check up
We need everything from the neck up
My dealer stony he’s next up
Get a n*gga holding that tec up
Beef with me, that sh*t messed up
Put 50 shots where you rest up
Count up n*gga go ape sh*t
30 inch on that space ship
Big boy don’t say sh*t got Little n*ggas don’t play sh*t
Hundred K on yo people make you n*ggas look see through
Bad Lucc is the preview tear sh*t down what we do

[Hook]

[Problem]
While I took on the city
n*ggas wanna know how I did it
Married to the grind, you only shine if you commited
Overlook your kind I don’t got time for nothing, kitty
I got soldiers like lietenants that knock logos of a fiddy
Be that guy, go ahead, be that guy, fire in that eye, so has a fly
Bloaw x5
Say hello to Allah
f*ck this marks, motherf*ck these marks
I decide your faith
Young n*gga acting like a G
Old dog lil’ rich hate
That ain’t real n*gga
That ain’t real n*gga
In your squad, it ain’t one real n*gga, ain’t one real n*gga
On my mum
Because if it was the would have told your ass about f*cking with me though
Dont ever mention Mike with Teedough
Get up on my level boy

[Hook]