| Song | Foul Cats |
| Artist | Kool G Rap |
| Album | Roots of Evil |
| 作词 : Wilson | |
| 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 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 |
| zuò cí : Wilson | |
| 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 | |
| Fourfifth and smithnwessed 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 avenuesn, 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 | |
| Fourfive 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 |