Intro/Outro: repeat 2X
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Foul cats scheamin up the setup
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Tryin to leave me and my cream wet up
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Two in the head, leaded up
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Call the coroners to make they bed up
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Infrared shit from neck up
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Before they got to lit the tec up
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[Kool G Rap]
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It was a setup, my nigga got hit, they blew his chest up
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The hollow tips ripped his vest up, son is messed up
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and blessed up; call my cast up -- it's time to dress up
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Four-fifth and Smith-n-Wessed up, ready to press up
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and fuck their nest up, the enemy is Hennessey to sessed up
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Actin up, hit my motherfuckin man up
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Never again will he stand up, yo Big Jan hook the plan up
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Pull the masks, pull the van up
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These niggaz tryin to hit the fam up; these small times cats
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Yo fuck that, I can't see that, where them niggaz be at?
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Where they hang at? Where they live at? Where they slang at?
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(Aiyyo Son one is a known cat, he walk around with the chrome gat
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This hoodrat know where the nigga home at)
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Well here's a quarter baby, go and phone that
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This motherfucker bout to get his shit blown back
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His whole dome clapped, we cock back the gats and started cruisin
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Up the boulevards and avenues-n, I'm short fusin
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and two biscuit usin; mad hot but, not in the mood for losin
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We hit the strip pickin up clues and
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we on the heels of this nigga shoes and
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out the blue when, we see the chick the nigga screwin
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Pushin his whip with the ice cuban
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Hemmed her up sweet, put heat to her wig piece, the zig piece
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to this nig's beefs, this bitch named Charise
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from East New York, listen bitch, you better talk
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Or get your whole frame surrounded, with white chalk
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Pulled the rat in back of the van, bitch we don't want you
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we want your man, you understand?
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The hoe said, "Please, I got his house keys, the nigga got
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five keys and mad cheese, a hundred G's"
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Lie to me bitch you gettin one of these
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Four-five C's in both knees, she said, "Honestly I promise G
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I'm not lying," then the hoe started crying
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We hit the road me and my niggaz flying
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to the crib in Jackson Heights, the nigga live three flights up
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He type buck, but I ain't givin a fuck
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Grab his bitch up, make the hoe go first in case
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the nigga buck, open the door up, and put the stunt in front
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Then we all started creepin, he stretched out
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up on the sofa sleepin, yeah me and my cats standin there
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just peepin, money's about to get laced
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My nigga Ty threw a glass of whiskey in his face
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Big Jan ready to blaze the place; he on his way
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to Amazing Grace -- nigga woke up and saw the big guns
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Me and my two sons, he knew he was done
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You hurt a loved one, step back about to let him have one
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Yo fuck that, aiyyo black, where the sack of heroin at?
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I'm bout to give cat some motherfuckin railroad tracks
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We dumped the whole bag inside a spoon and left the room
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to heat that, and came right back, yo grab the nigga arm black
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Put raw shit in the nigga vein, watch the needle drain
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Went from being restrained to mad 'tane
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Less than a moment nigga started zonin
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His mouth foamin, lookin like he posessed by The Omen
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His bitch was reachin for the phone and, I had to smack her
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with the chrome and, left her on the floor moanin
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Cocked back, I had to finish this, know my stee'
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we leave no witnesses, shot and got the fuck out the premises
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Outro
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Foul Cats
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Kool G. Rap and DJ Polo |