Kool G. Rap Foul Cats lyrics

Foul cats scheamin' up the setup
Tryin' to leave me and my cream 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 lit the tech up

Foul cats scheamin' up the setup
Tryin' to leave me and my cream 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 lit the tech up

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 cast up, it's time to dress up
Four-fifth and Smith-'n'-Wessed up, ready to press up

And fuck their nest up, the enemy is Hennessey to sessed up
Actin' up, hit my motherfuckin' man up
Never again will he stand up, yo Big Jan hook the plan up
Pull the masks, pull the van up

These niggaz tryin' to hit the fam up, these small times cats
Yo, fuck that, I can't see that, where them niggaz be at?
Where they hang at? Where they live at? Where they slang at?
Ayyo, son, one is a known cat, he walk around with the chrome gat

This hood-rat 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 cock 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 zig piece
To this nig's beefs, this bitch named Charise

From East New York, listen bitch, you better talk
Or get your whole frame surrounded, with white chalk
Pulled the rat in back of the van, bitch we don't want you
We want your man, you understand?

The hoe said, "Please, I got his house keys, the nigga got five keys"
And mad cheese, a hundred G's

Lie to me, bitch, you gettin' one of these
Four-five C's in both knees, she said, "Honestly I promise G"

I'm not lying, then the hoe started crying
We hit the road me and my niggaz 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 hoe 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 of 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
You hurt a loved one, step back about to let him have one
Yo, fuck that, ayyo 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 'tane

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 and got the fuck out the premises

Foul cats scheamin' up the setup
Tryin' to leave me and my cream 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 lit the tech up

Foul cats scheamin' up the setup
Tryin' to leave me and my cream 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 lit the tech up