Upset the Setup

[Verse One: Bambu]

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

[Hook]

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

[Verse Two: Bambu]

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 recruits

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...

[Hook]

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

[Verse Three: Killer Mike]

BGF brothers, the real...Freeway 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