Foul Cats

<br>Intro/Outro: repeat 2X<br><br>Foul cats scheamin up the setup<br>Tryin to leave me and my cream wet up<br>Two in the head, leaded up<br>Call the coroners to make they bed up<br>Infrared shit from neck up<br>Before they got to lit the tec up<br><br>[Kool G Rap]<br>It was a setup, my nigga got hit, they blew his chest up<br>The hollow tips ripped his vest up, son is messed up<br>and blessed up; call my cast up -- it`s time to dress up<br>Four-fifth and Smith-n-Wessed up, ready to press up<br>and fuck their nest up, the enemy is Hennessey to sessed up<br>Actin up, hit my motherfuckin man up<br>Never again will he stand up, yo Big Jan hook the plan up<br>Pull the masks, pull the van up<br>These niggaz tryin to hit the fam up; these small times cats<br>Yo fuck that, I can`t see that, where them niggaz be at?<br>Where they hang at? Where they live at? Where they slang at?<br>(Aiyyo Son one is a known cat, he walk around with the chrome gat<br> This hoodrat know where the nigga home at)<br>Well here`s a quarter baby, go and phone that<br>This motherfucker bout to get his shit blown back<br>His whole dome clapped, we cock back the gats and started cruisin<br>Up the boulevards and avenues-n, I`m short fusin<br>and two biscuit usin; mad hot but, not in the mood for losin<br>We hit the strip pickin up clues and<br>we on the heels of this nigga shoes and<br>out the blue when, we see the chick the nigga screwin<br>Pushin his whip with the ice cuban<br>Hemmed her up sweet, put heat to her wig piece, the zig piece<br>to this nig`s beefs, this bitch named Charise<br>from East New York, listen bitch, you better talk<br>Or get your whole frame surrounded, with white chalk<br>Pulled the rat in back of the van, bitch we don`t want you<br>we want your man, you understand?<br>The hoe said, &quot;Please, I got his house keys, the nigga got<br>five keys and mad cheese, a hundred G`s&quot;<br>Lie to me bitch you gettin one of these<br>Four-five C`s in both knees, she said, &quot;Honestly I promise G<br>I`m not lying,&quot; then the hoe started crying<br>We hit the road me and my niggaz flying<br>to the crib in Jackson Heights, the nigga live three flights up<br>He type buck, but I ain`t givin a fuck<br>Grab his bitch up, make the hoe go first in case<br>the nigga buck, open the door up, and put the stunt in front<br>Then we all started creepin, he stretched out<br>up on the sofa sleepin, yeah me and my cats standin there<br>just peepin, money`s about to get laced<br>My nigga Ty threw a glass of whiskey in his face<br>Big Jan ready to blaze the place; he on his way<br>to Amazing Grace -- nigga woke up and saw the big guns<br>Me and my two sons, he knew he was done<br>You hurt a loved one, step back about to let him have one<br>Yo fuck that, aiyyo black, where the sack of heroin at?<br>I`m bout to give cat some motherfuckin railroad tracks<br>We dumped the whole bag inside a spoon and left the room<br>to heat that, and came right back, yo grab the nigga arm black<br>Put raw shit in the nigga vein, watch the needle drain<br>Went from being restrained to mad `tane<br>Less than a moment nigga started zonin<br>His mouth foamin, lookin like he posessed by The Omen<br>His bitch was reachin for the phone and, I had to smack her<br>with the chrome and, left her on the floor moanin<br>Cocked back, I had to finish this, know my stee`<br>we leave no witnesses, shot and got the fuck out the premises<br><br>Outro