Roots of Evil
Foul Cats
Kool G Rap
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[Intro/Outro: x2]
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 fuck their nest up, the enemy✦ is Hennessey✦ to sessed✦ up
Actin✦ up, hit my motherfuckin✦ 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 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 that
This motherfucker bout to get his shit 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 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 bitch named✦ Charise✦
from East New York, listen✦ bitch, you better✦ talk
Or get your whole frame surrounded, with white chalk
Pulled✦ the rat in back of the van, bitch 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 bitch 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 fuck
Grab his bitch 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 fuck that, aiyyo black, where the sack of heroin✦ at?
I'm bout to give cat some motherfuckin✦ 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 bitch 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 fuck out the premises
[Outro]
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