The Foundation Lyrics

The Foundation lyrics

[Verse 1] 

when there's beef whoo 

I come through with the crazy truce 

rip up your f**king legs turn them jeans to daisy dukes 

spray your trucks, spray your troops 

spray your Kawasaki bikes 

starting hockey fights 

Tyson lefts Rocky rights 

your moms a khaki dyke 

your father dress in drag 

stick out his chest and brag 

how he molest a fag 

like father like son 

bet you rock Victoria Sec's sit on the toilet then leak 

and take your ball up your cheeks 

tonight I might just take a buddha spot 

Dred better take me to the pot 

ain't no killer I just shoot alot 

I ain't no boxer I just punch alot 

jabbing niggas in they belly's got them spitting up they lunch alot 

f**k a Merry Christmas 

yo thats the terror day 

my father was murdered that night so I don't celebrate 

If santa hit my chimney with them bozo clothes 

Ima make the .44 blow 

fill his fat as* full of holes holes holes 


[Chorus] 

why you play 

knowing that my style is Y2K 

you can die today 

nigga there's a price to pay 

fight for game 

we could bounce from night to day 

cause only one of us is leaving alive, ok? 


[Big Pun] 

who wanna wrestle Chris 

aka Pun the exorcist 

your neck can twist like an owl 

when I piledrive his head from this 

who next to get suplexed off the roof ledge 

20 feet in the ground 

pass the blueprints 

life's long 

but cut it off short trying to fight strong 

you soft think you can handle the force of the 24 inch pythons 

strike one 

I cut out your eyes and leave you Ray Charles 

strike two 

you outta here nigga 

this aint baseball it's hardcore 

for my street rapping outlaws 
 

quick to clap something 

but rather go out for the South Bronx 

South Bronx niggas got it tone 

I shoved the shotty chrome up a nigga as* stuck a mothaf**king maricon 

cause daddy's home, kids 

?? cause everybody can die right now, mami too 


[Chorus 2x] 


[Sunkiss] 

ayo I respect ho's who scam food stamps 

writs and sh*t 

also work a nine-to-five driving whips and sh*t 

gasing niggas for their chips and sh*t 

?? laps tops getting over on some offense em sh*t 

you might think I be promoting this songs here for the selling 

how we live 

some work, some are career felons 

we laugh at house-a-dity ho's and niggas geling 

not proceeded 

but Ill show you the feist that reduce the swelling 

when my moneys involved, yo anybody's for the snaking 

some niggas who may think is yo fams, the ones thats faking 

find out, daddy still live my bacon 

you see me pull a .9 and start popping like Im ?turtle? from breaking 

I had that cat folding, rolling aces no faking 

talk this 

dump him in the furance in the basement 

with no traces 

Im a hit em first then pay off a witness to spit a verse 

to your friend ?? 

do ya'll niggas think it will work 

well ima make ya'll believers cause 

Ill be damned when he's coming up short like the keeblers 

I make ya'll feel in some breathers 

see Sherrif with the heaters 

six in your piece 

leave the shells line your toes like Adidas 

this nigga is off the meters 

lyrical plots, spelling them down 

too many Big and Pacs running around 

its just me and the 400 pound 

Sunkiss with original sounds 

repping the Bronx, huh 

you know we mean now 


[Chorus]