Текст песни Kool G Rap - Foul Cats, слова песни Kool G Rap

Текст песни Kool G Rap - Foul Cats

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Intro/Outro: repeat 2XFoul cats scheamin up the setupTryin to leave me and my cream wet upTwo in the head, leaded upCall the coroners to make they bed upInfrared shit from neck upBefore they got to lit the tec up[Kool G Rap]It was a setup, my nigga got hit, they blew his chest upThe hollow tips ripped his vest up, son is messed upand blessed up; call my cast up -- it`s time to dress upFour-fifth and Smith-n-Wessed up, ready to press upand fuck their nest up, the enemy is Hennessey to sessed upActin up, hit my motherfuckin man upNever again will he stand up, yo Big Jan hook the plan upPull the masks, pull the van upThese niggaz tryin to hit the fam up; these small times catsYo fuck 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 thatThis motherfucker bout to get his shit blown backHis whole dome clapped, we cock back the gats and started cruisinUp the boulevards and avenues-n, I`m short fusinand two biscuit usin; mad hot but, not in the mood for losinWe hit the strip pickin up clues andwe on the heels of this nigga shoes andout the blue when, we see the chick the nigga screwinPushin his whip with the ice cubanHemmed her up sweet, put heat to her wig piece, the zig pieceto this nig`s beefs, this bitch named Charisefrom East New York, listen bitch, you better talkOr get your whole frame surrounded, with white chalkPulled the rat in back of the van, bitch we don`t want youwe want your man, you understand?The hoe said, "Please, I got his house keys, the nigga gotfive keys and mad cheese, a hundred G`s"Lie to me bitch you gettin one of theseFour-five C`s in both knees, she said, "Honestly I promise GI`m not lying," then the hoe started cryingWe hit the road me and my niggaz flyingto the crib in Jackson Heights, the nigga live three flights upHe type buck, but I ain`t givin a fuckGrab his bitch up, make the hoe go first in casethe nigga buck, open the door up, and put the stunt in frontThen we all started creepin, he stretched outup on the sofa sleepin, yeah me and my cats standin therejust peepin, money`s about to get lacedMy nigga Ty threw a glass of whiskey in his faceBig Jan ready to blaze the place; he on his wayto Amazing Grace -- nigga woke up and saw the big gunsMe and my two sons, he knew he was doneYou hurt a loved one, step back about to let him have oneYo fuck that, aiyyo black, where the sack of heroin at?I`m bout to give cat some motherfuckin railroad tracksWe dumped the whole bag inside a spoon and left the roomto heat that, and came right back, yo grab the nigga arm blackPut raw shit in the nigga vein, watch the needle drainWent from being restrained to mad `taneLess than a moment nigga started zoninHis mouth foamin, lookin like he posessed by The OmenHis bitch was reachin for the phone and, I had to smack herwith the chrome and, left her on the floor moaninCocked back, I had to finish this, know my stee`we leave no witnesses, shot and got the fuck out the premisesOutro

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