M.O.P.

M.O.P. - Foundation lyrics

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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