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[Too $hort]

First we got the crack

Then we got the gats

Then they changed all the laws

It was a set up

Lockin all the young homies up

Gettin 'em all shot dead in the streets

Straight set up



I remember when the world went crazy

Crack cocaine, hit the streets in the 80's

Right before the crack they was smokin fat

They called it freebase and rich folks did that (that's right)

It's all good, but nobody in the hood

put powder in water and cooked it, they never would (naw)

A white boy did it, showed niggaz how to get it

The rich man's high got the ghetto addicted

It used to be expensive, fuck that ten shit

Turnin out cute little bitches that was innocent

Five years later, she to' up from the flo' up (be-itch)

Niggaz used to kiss her, now the bitch smell like throw-up

(hoe) What? I'm tellin the truth

The man had a plan that was killin the youth

You can smoke it, or sell it, if you choose you lose

It was a set up, got everybody singin the blues

They gave you the crack to start flippin your sack

You makin your money, it's sittin in stacks (yeah)

You bought you some gats, for niggaz who jack

Put a 50 in the crib, motherfucker bag that (nigga what?)

Somebody died, you're goin to war

You got a lot of straps and you want some more

You in the little leagues, AK's from the Middle East

Guns and coke, you wanna get a piece?

It was a set up, that's what the O.G.'s say

I heard Rick got his dope from the CIA

A new kind of baller out in sunny Los Angeles

Benzes, houses, young niggaz havin this

Oakland got a taste and all over the place

Detroit to Miami they was rollin case

Down to I-75, whatchu need in Atlanta

White Chri