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    "Foundation" Lyrics

    M.O.P.

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    Uh...
    Uh...
    C'MON! UH!
    Firing Squad nigga!
    Yeah!
    You see it...
    First Family...
    First Family, c'mon...

    [Billy Danze]
    Every night I sit and bask in the memories of Frank and
    Sayin to myself what the hell was he thinkin
    Usage of illegal drugs and heavy drinkin
    Had my old man sinkin
    Now you never seen the Danze cry
    But the day that man died
    My life came crumblin down like a landslide
    Damn pride, now I'm in the zone
    Wonderin how long before me and my moms would be alone
    I remember what he said
    Layin on his deathbed, rubbin his shiny bald head
    Respect your sister, don't follow your brothers
    Take care of your mother... I love ya [croaking]
    He told me he believed in me
    And he has given me
    The strength to be as strong as I need to be
    That's when I realized he was leavin me
    It wasn't just my heart or my eyes deceivin me
    At the age of fourteen
    It was more than just a goal or dream
    To take care of my queen
    It's my turn to stand firm as I could stand
    [Just like your daddy...]
    My father was a good man

    HOOK 2X w/ Lil Fame
    For the Foundation
    We have suffered *Blood, Sweat and Tears*
    And cleared all complications
    Put it down, in any situation
    Now, you are the last generation

    [Lil Fame]
    I was introduced to shootouts, winos
    Dope fiends, 5-0
    Gamblers, scramblers, pan handlers
    Murderers that took lives just to survive, in 1545
    The building, raised as a young nigga
    With thug niggas
    Held down drugs for love niggas
    Drug dealers bang out, gun shots rang out
    Besides that EZ house, was the hang out
    Niggas stole cars, and made the spot hot
    Cuz we parked 'em on the block
    Like we copped 'em off the lot
    Can't forget the older soldiers, Sputnion
    Man mad poppin B, say Marce' Saratoga!
    Motherfuckers knew the block that was poppin them guns
    They was like the first niggas in the hood wit M-1's
    Some niggas got beat up, them niggas tore the street up
    They do dirt, come back, [Slap, put the heat up]
    Retaliation, niggas shootin for dead
    They fucked around and mommy got hit in the leg
    Same night, niggas out to get somethin
    Malik ran up inside they spot, and hit somethin
    I learned the game, stay concerned
    So no matter how the world turn I'ma stand firm
    Representin where I was born and where I was raised
    Brownsville! Still goin out in a blaze

    HOOK 2X w/ Danze
    This song was submitted on October 28th, 2004 and last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Royalty Network Music Publishing Ltd..
    Written by Eric Murry, Jamal Gerard Grinnage, M. Landon.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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