Foul Cats lyrics

Intro/Outro: repeat 2X

Foul cats schemin' out to setup
Tryin' a leave me and my team wet up
Two in the head, leaded up
Call the coroners to make they bed up
Infrared sh*t from neck up
Before they got to lift the TEC up

[Kool G Rap]
It was a setup
My n*gga got hit, they blew his chest up
The hollow tips ripped his vest up
Son is messed up and blessed up;
Call my cats up, it's time to dress up
Four-Fifth and Smith n' Wess'd up
Ready to press up and f*ck a nest up
The enemy is Hennessey, the sessed up
Actin up hit my motherf*ckin man up
Never again will he stand up
Yo Big Jan hook the plan up
Put on masks, pull the van up
These n*ggas tryin to hit the fam up;
These small times cats, yo f*ck that I can't see that
Where them n*ggas be at?
Where they hang at? Where they live at? Where they slang at?
(Ay' yo son, one is a known cat, he walk around with the chrome Gat, this hoodrat know where the n*gga home at)
Well, here's a quarter, baby, go and phone that
This motherf*cker bout to get his sh*t blown back
His whole dome clapped
We c*cked back the gats and started cruisin'
Up the boulevards and avenues-n
I'm short fusin' and two biscuit usin'
Mad hot but, not in the mood for losin'
We hit the strip pickin' up clues and
We on the heels of this n*gga shoes and
Out the blue when
We see the chick the n*gga screwin
Pushin' his whip with the ice cuban
Hemmed her up sweet, put heat to her wig piece, the Sig piece
To this nig's piece, this b*tch named Charise
From East New York, listen b*tch, you better talk
Or get your whole frame surrounded, with white chalk
Pulled her out a' back of the van, b*tch, we don't want you
We want your man, you understand?
The ho said "Please I got his house keys, the n*gga got Five ki's and Mad cheese, a hundred G's"
Lie to me b*tch you gettin' one a these
Four-five C's in both knees, she said, "Honestly I promise G"
"I'm not lying," then the ho started crying
We hit the road me and my n*ggas flying
To the crib in Jackson Heights
The n*gga live three flights up, he type buck
But I ain't givin' a f*ck
Grab his b*tch up
Make the ho go first in case the n*gga buck
Open the door up, and put the stunt in front
Then we all started creepin'
He stretched out up on the sofa sleepin'
Yeah me and my cats standin' there just peepin
Money's about to get laced
My n*gga Ty threw a glass a whiskey in his face
Big Jan ready to blaze the place
He on his way to Amazing Grace
n*gga woke up and saw the big guns
Me and my two sons, he knew he was done
He hurt a loved one, step back about to let him have one
Yo, f*ck that, aiyyo black, where the sack of heroin at?
I'm bout to give cat some motherf*ckin' railroad tracks
We dumped the whole bag inside a spoon and left the room
To heat that, and came right back, yo grab the n*gga arm black
Put raw sh*t in the n*gga vein, watch the needle drain
Went from being restrained to mad tame
Less than a moment n*gga started zonin'
His mouth foamin', lookin' like he possessed by The Omen
His b*tch was reachin for the phone and
I had to smack her with the chrome and
Left her on the floor moanin'
c*cked back, I had to finish this
Know my stee', we leave no witnesses
Shot n' got the f*ck out the premises
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