
The Foundation Tony Touch (Ft. Big Pun & SunKiss)
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[Verse 1]
When there's beef whoo I come through with the cray troops
Rip up your fucking legs turn them jeans to daisy dukes
Spray your trucks, spray your coops, spray your Kawasaki bikes
Starting hockey fights - Tyson lefts Rocky rights
Your moms a khaki 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 then 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 alot
Fuck a Merry Christmas
Yo thats the terror day
My father was murdered that night so I don't celebrate
If santa hit my chimney with them bozo clothes
Ima make the .44 blow
Fill his fat ass full of holes holes holes
[Hook]
Why you play
Knowing that my style is Y2K
You can die today
Nigga there's a price to pay
Fight for game
We could bounce from night to day
Cause only one of us is leaving alive, ok?
When there's beef whoo I come through with the cray troops
Rip up your fucking legs turn them jeans to daisy dukes
Spray your trucks, spray your coops, spray your Kawasaki bikes
Starting hockey fights - Tyson lefts Rocky rights
Your moms a khaki 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 then 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 alot
Fuck a Merry Christmas
Yo thats the terror day
My father was murdered that night so I don't celebrate
If santa hit my chimney with them bozo clothes
Ima make the .44 blow
Fill his fat ass full of holes holes holes
[Hook]
Why you play
Knowing that my style is Y2K
You can die today
Nigga there's a price to pay
Fight for game
We could bounce from night to day
Cause only one of us is leaving alive, ok?
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