The Foundation

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Reef Hustle] When there's beef – whoo! I come through with the crazy troops Rip up your fucking legs, turn them jeans to Daisy Dukes Spray your trucks, spray your coupes, spray your Kawasaki bikes Starting hockey fights – Tyson lefts, Rocky rights Your mom's a cocky 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 to leak and take it raw up your cheeks Tonight I might just take a buddha spot Dread better take me to the pot Ain't no killer, I just shoot a lot I ain't no boxer, I just punch a lot Jabbing niggas in they belly's, got them spitting up they lunch a lot Fuck a Merry Christmas – yo, that's the terror date My father was murdered that night, so I don't celebrate If Santa hit my chimney with them bozo clothes I'ma make the .44 blow Fill his fat ass full of holes, holes, holes [Hook: Big Pun] Why you play – knowing that my style is Y2K? You can die today, nigga, that's the price you pay Fight, you may – we could bounce from night to day But only one of us is leaving alive – okay? Why you play – knowing that my style is Y2K? You can die today, nigga, that's the price you pay Fight, you may – we could bounce from night to day But only one of us is leaving alive – okay? [Verse 2: Big Pun] Who wanna wrestle Chris, A.K.A. Pun the exorcist? Your neck can twist like an owl when I piledrive, its effortless 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 ain't baseball, it's hardcore For my street-rappin' outlaws Quick to clap something, or rather go out with a South Force South Bronx niggas got it, Tone I shoved the shotty chrome up a nigga ass, like a motherfuckin' maricón, 'Cause daddy's home, kids – don't make me lie to you 'Cause everybody can die right now, Mommy too [Hook: Big Pun] Why you play – knowing that my style is Y2K? You can die today, nigga, that's the price you pay Fight, you may – we could bounce from night to day But only one of us is leaving alive – okay? Why you play – knowing that my style is Y2K? You can die today, nigga, that's the price you pay Fight, you may – we could bounce from night to day But only one of us is leaving alive – okay? [Verse 3: Sunkiss] Aiyyo, I respect hoes who scam food stamps, WICs, and shit Also work a nine-to-five, driving whips and shit Gassing niggas for their chips and shit Shingin' hella laptops and getting over on the fencin' shit You might think I be promoting this songs here for the selling How we live – some work, some are career felons We laugh at high-saddity hoes and niggas gellin' Not conceited, but I'll shing enough ice to reduce the swelling When my money's involved – yo, anybody's for the snaking Some niggas who may think is your fams, the ones thats faking Lemme find out, daddy's stealin' my bacon You see me pull a 9 and start poppin', like I'm Turbo from Breakin' I had that cat folding, rolling aces, no faking Carcass – dump him in the furnace in the basement with no traces I'ma hit 'em first, then pay off a witness, to spit a verse To get rid of his dental work And ya'll niggas think it won't work? Well I'ma make ya'll believers 'Cause I'll be damned money's comin' up short like the Keeblers I'll make ya feed ya need some breathers See Sharief with the heaters Six in your piece, leave the shells by your toes like Adidas This nigga here is off the meters Lyrical Glocks, gunnin' 'em down Too many Big and Pac's running around It's just me and the 400 pound Sunkiss with original sounds Repping the Bronx – huh, you know we mean now [Hook: Big Pun] Why you play – knowing that my style is Y2K? You can die today, nigga, that's the price you pay Fight, you may – we could bounce from night to day But only one of us is leaving alive – okay? Why you play – knowing that my style is Y2K? You can die today, nigga, that's the price you pay Fight, you may – we could bounce from night to day But only one of us is leaving alive – okay?