The Foundation

By Tony Touch

On The Piece Maker

Released on April 18, 2000

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[Verse 1: Sunkiss]

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: Reef Hustle]

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?