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Kool G Rap - Foul Cats Lyrics

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  • Intro/Outro: repeat 2X
  • 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 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 cast up it's time to dress up
  • Four-fifth and Smith-n-Wessed up, ready to press up
  • and ***** their nest up, the enemy is Hennessey to sessed up
  • Actin up, hit my mother*****in 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 ***** that, I can't see that, where them niggaz be at?
  • Where they hang at? Where they live at? Where they slang at?
  • (Aiyyo 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 mother*****er bout to get his shit blown back
  • His whole dome clapped, we ***** 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 ***** named Charise
  • from East New York, listen *****, you better talk
  • Or get your whole frame surrounded, with white chalk
  • Pulled the rat in back of the van, ***** 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 ***** 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 *****
  • Grab his ***** 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 ***** that, aiyyo black, where the sack of heroin at?
  • I'm bout to give cat some mother*****in 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 posessed by The Omen
  • His ***** was reachin for the phone and, I had to smack her
  • with the chrome and, left her on the floor moanin
  • *****ed back, I had to finish this, know my stee'
  • we leave no witnesses, shot and got the ***** out the premises
  • Outro

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