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Utwór: Foundation

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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 atke 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

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