[Intro Queen] Yeah Im just a poor boy, I need no sympathy No sympathy at all man Because Im easy come, easy go, Foundation shit little high, little low Shits too easy man Any way the wind blows doesnt really matter to me Shit aint hard at all man, doesnt really matter man, its not hard at all man, to me Yo, yeah, yeah, yeah, its Foundation, 2004 shit, listen up yo, yo [Verse 1 Jon Murdock] My Foundation squad is the sickest to rip Jon Murdock, burn your block, then I dip with the clip 04, flow raw, you need to stick to your shit We come equipped, running with the hidden snub in the whip Hit the gas pedal, half level, speed below sixty Riding with a pound of weed so the cops wouldnt get me Steady machete to every MC who thinking we petty Medley deadly, ready to empty, look my semi is edgy Downshift the Kawasaki to second to hit corners Shift up to third, sock in my shoe, I just bought em Cant smudge em, come with the gunmen, erupt public Cause a scene, punch a drunk who was buggin, wilding for nothin Put a gun to his head, pulled the trig hes dead, look It doesnt really matter, wiped the gun and I fled Pitch shift, slight sequence, my hihat was peakin Turn it down, surround sound, thats how I fuck you up frequent Motherfucker [Hook Queen] Mama, Yeah, Foundation just killed a man, put a gun against his head Pulled my trigger, now hes dead Mama, life had just begun But now Ive gone and thrown it all away Mama, ooh, didnt mean to make you cry If Im not back again this time tomorrow Carry on Carry on, carry on Yeah, doesnt really matter, yo fetch me that pen over there as if nothing really matters Yeah that one right there, I gotta write something [Verse 2 Ricky Fitz] Dear Mama, yo I killed a man and shot him In his face, yo, I killed a man Had to do it, he was out for my cream And it wasnt even my money, I was just sixteen Had to get paid in illegal ways, running some yay Fetch a couple pounds upstate that be the day My whole life was changed, one simple homicide Simply lead to more killings, more homicide I cant lie, I earned like ten more tears Under my eyes and aint started to cry Releasing pain through a page, writing rhymes in a daze Clutching mics, blowing blunts and haze So I send you this letter, hope you get it soon It dates 2004, second day of June [Hook Queen] Mama, just killed a man, put a gun against his head Pulled my trigger, now hes dead Mama, life had just begun But now Ive gone and thrown it all away Mama, ooh, didnt mean to make you cry If Im not back again this time tomorrow Carry on, carry on as if nothing really matters
mama, foundation, carry, matter, murdock