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