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 shit from neck up Before they got to lift the TEC up [Kool G Rap] It was a setup My nigga 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 fuck a nest up The enemy is Hennessey, the sessed up Actin up hit my motherfuckin man up Never again will he stand up Yo Big Jan hook the plan up Put on masks, pull the van up These niggas tryin to hit the fam up; These small times cats, yo fuck that I can't see that Where them niggas 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 nigga home at) Well, here's a quarter, baby, go and phone that This motherfucker bout to get his shit blown back His whole dome clapped We cocked 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 nigga shoes and Out the blue when We see the chick the nigga 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 bitch named Charise From East New York, listen bitch, you better talk Or get your whole frame surrounded, with white chalk Pulled her out a' back of the van, bitch, we don't want you We want your man, you understand? The ho said "Please I got his house keys, the nigga got Five ki's and Mad cheese, a hundred G's" Lie to me bitch 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 niggas flying To the crib in Jackson Heights The nigga live three flights up, he type buck But I ain't givin' a fuck Grab his bitch up Make the ho go first in case the nigga 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 nigga Ty threw a glass a whiskey in his face Big Jan ready to blaze the place He on his way to Amazing Grace Nigga 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, fuck that, aiyyo black, where the sack of heroin at? I'm bout to give cat some motherfuckin' railroad tracks We dumped the whole bag inside a spoon and left the room To heat that, and came right back, yo grab the nigga arm black Put raw shit in the nigga vein, watch the needle drain Went from being restrained to mad tame Less than a moment nigga started zonin' His mouth foamin', lookin' like he possessed by The Omen His bitch was reachin for the phone and I had to smack her with the chrome and Left her on the floor moanin' Cocked back, I had to finish this Know my stee', we leave no witnesses Shot n' got the fuck out the premises Outro