Foul Cats

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