Set It Off

[Verse 1: Kardinal Offishall] I'm tryin not to wear 3X's no more It's OK Kardinal stand 6'4" You can hear the insecurity in my voice right I don't take my chain off on the mic It's my security piece It gives me security(security) I'm waiting for the ghetto to secure me I just put away thirty percent for my taxes Twenty for the feds, the rest under my mattress I gave my wallet a botox injection A bunch 'a rude boyz in'a your section Tryna give my tax bracket an erection A seventies entity girl look at my complexion If you can smell my cologne you're too close You small time I net what you made gross Saturday's everyday when you from around my way I'm married to the life girl catch the bouquet [Hook: Kardinal Offishall & Pusha-T] Set It Off, Fire Me Up (x4) Hold It Down, Yeah That's It (x4) [Verse 2: Pusha-T of Clipse] Pusha, Yeah Trend setter who pen better than I? Comin' through in the slim letters that's followed by the fives Me and my niggas call the coupe Jekyll and Hyde 'Cuz the roof's on and off like they in and out of their minds Eggshell pale teeter totter on the scale The 09s is out and I ain't waiting on a deal So same time the mothafuckers bargaining and lawyering That coke money just keep pouring in and pouring in Quarter milli bling-bling, that's the price of fame lame I should have a title and a deed on the chain man Re-up Gang; pyrex over pyro Stir it till it's hard, pop it out, let it dry slow Recipe for greatness, me and Kardinal nigga taste this You fucking with the A-list, face it Nigga this tha' swag, four-eighty-five hangin' off my ass We call that frivolous cash [Hook] [Verse 3: Malice of Clipse] (Malice) Superstar like Lupe See me in the coupe hot damn it's a new day I remove the roof as if it's a toupee To shed light on the jewels, Glue on blu-ray High definition, I get cash Two-twenty on the dash and the self start ignition Tola don't love me but she keep insisting Brain so good it's hard to keep my distance Red carpet entrance play clothes fashion Nose in the air I smell the Chanel Platinum Re-Up is the gang, I rep with a passion Till the wheels fall off and it all come crashing Malice with Mr. Kardinal Behind dark tint like we on the prowl Nothing like money make a bitch loose her blouse Well done hommie we rich, take a bow [Hook]