Intro/Outro: repeat 2X
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 s
