M.O.P.

M.O.P. - Foundation lyrics

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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 x2: 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 x2: w/ Danze]
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