CJ Moore - Foul Cats lyrics

Intro/Outro: repeat 2X Foul cats schemin up the setup Tryin to leave me and my team wet up Two in the head, leaded up Call the coroners to make they bed up Infrared sh** from neck up Before they got to lift the tec up [Kool G Rap] It was a setup, my n***a 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 f** their nest up, the enemy is Hennessey to sessed up Actin up, hit my motherf**in man up Never again will he stand up, yo Big Jan hook the plan up Pull the masks, pull the van up These n***as tryin to hit the fam up; these small times cats Yo f** that, I can't see that, where them n***as 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 n***a home at) Well here's a quarter baby, go and phone that This motherf**er bout to get his sh** blown back His whole dome clapped, we co*k 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 n***a shoes and Out the blue when, we see the chick the n***a 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 b**h named Charise From East New York, listen b**h, you better talk Or get your whole frame surrounded, with white chalk Pulled the rat in back of the van, b**h we don't want you We want your man, you understand? The ho said, "Please, I got his house keys, the n***a got Five keys and mad cheese, a hundred G's" Lie to me b**h you gettin one of 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 n***as flying To the crib in Jackson Heights, the n***a live three flights up He type buck, but I ain't givin a f** Grab his b**h up, make the ho go first in case The n***a 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 n***a Ty threw a gla** of whiskey in his face Big Jan ready to blaze the place; he on his way To Amazing Grace -- n***a 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 f** that, aiyyo black, where the sack of h**n at? I'm bout to give cat some motherf**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 n***a arm black Put raw sh** in the n***a vein, watch the needle drain Went from being restrained to mad 'tane Less than a moment n***a started zonin His mouth foamin, lookin like he posessed by The Omen His b**h was reachin for the phone and, I had to smack her With the chrome and, left her on the floor moanin co*ked back, I had to finish this, know my stee' We leave no witnesses, shot and got the f** out the premises Outro