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 shyt from neck up
Before they got to lift the tec up
[
Kool G Rap]
It was a setup, my nikka 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 fukk their nest up, the enemy is Hennessey to sessed up
Actin up, hit my motherfukkin man up
Never again will he stand up, yo Big Jan hook the plan up
Pull the masks, pull the van up
These nikkas tryin to hit the fam up; these small times cats
Yo fukk that, I can't see that, where them nikkas 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 nikka home at)
Well here's a quarter baby, go and phone that
This motherfukker bout to get his shyt 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 nikka shoes and
Out the blue when, we see the chick the nikka 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 bytch named Charise
From East New York, listen bytch, you better talk
Or get your whole frame surrounded, with white chalk
Pulled the rat in back of the van, bytch we don't want you
We want your man, you understand?
The ho said, "Please, I got his house keys, the nikka got
Five keys and mad cheese, a hundred G's"
Lie to me bytch 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 nikkas flying
To the crib in Jackson Heights, the nikka live three flights up
He type buck, but I ain't givin a fukk
Grab his bytch up, make the ho go first in case
The nikka 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 nikka Ty threw a glass of whiskey in his face
Big Jan ready to blaze the place; he on his way
To Amazing Grace -- nikka 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 fukk that, aiyyo black, where the sack of heroin at?
I'm bout to give cat some motherfukkin railroad tracks
We dumped the whole bag inside a spoon and left the room
To heat that, and came right back, yo grab the nikka arm black
Put raw shyt in the nikka vein, watch the needle drain
Went from being restrained to mad 'tane
Less than a moment nikka started zonin
His mouth foamin, lookin like he posessed by The Omen
His bytch 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 fukk out the premises
