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JAY-Z

"Foundation"

[Intro: Big Jaz & Jay-Z]
Know I do that
Hell yeah, let's start from the top
Need to just kill that sh*t
You go first though, huh

Go back!

[Verse 1: Big Jaz]
Don't know Karate, but I kick back like a 45-70
Givin' y'all n*ggas hell, enablin' me to live heavenly
Hit y'all faggots with my worst, still never get the best of me
Don't call me money 'less you invest in me
I'm the answer, but you find time to question me
Fine wines and dimes blessin' me
Primetime professional over the bread like sesame
Crime stressin', water testin'
Got me arrested again, tested again
Tryin' to swim with the whales
Say you 'bout to blow with no wind in yo' sails
Can't convince me, flinch or hench me
My sh*t is cut and dry, motherf*cker drench me
I dare yo' chilly ass to the 9th degree
There ain't been a true and livin' in your life since me
Pinch me, you movin' backwards when I'm slo-mo
My style'll bag a boy like a homo
Into linen like Yoko Ono
You can fry, so relax, no lie
Power from bed eye, sendin' n*ggas beddy-bye why?
My team in the Big East take down your whole wack conference
Whole repertoire's pompous
Know yo ass square walkin' 'round with a compass

[Chorus: Tone Hooker & Sauce Money]
Yo, now what we 'bout to do is put down Foundation
When it's time to step it up
We rise to the occasion
But in order for you to put down foundation
You gotta
Stash your funds, then automatic cream grows sporadic

[Verse 2: Jay-Z]
Hey y'all, I used to wreck off, bust the TEC off
Pop the cork off Moët off y'all, 3 quarters of the way
Now that's history, pop Cristy 'til I'm p*ssy
Jigga, who is he? How bad y'all wanna know?
Stick my head out the V-twizzy, get busy
Bust lead out, let the world feel the misery
Goin' loco, elude po-po
Prelude to a champion, competition
Not for nothin', can't be none
Limited edition, like the Lex with Coach leather
'Cept my approach is better, now or never
However, y'all want it, the style forever
'Til it's redundant, Jigga!
Me and my operation, run the New York night scene
With one eye closed like Peter Gatien
None of our foes have an idea, back in the days
To fool the Feds used to run our clothes for years
How can you possibly stop me?
I'm approximately a million overhead, U.S. Dollars
Product take cream like Juan Valdez
We's Kodak, papa, see ya true co-lors

[Chorus: Tone Hooker & Sauce Money]
Yo, now what we 'bout to do is put down Foundation
When it's time to step it up
We rise to the occasion
But in order for you to put down foundation
You gotta
Stash your funds, then automatic cream grows sporadic
Yeah, we puttin' down foundation
Now it's time to step it up
So rise to the occasion
But in order for you to put down foundation
You gotta
Stash your funds, then automatic cream grows sporadic, yeah

[Verse 3: Sauce Money]
Polish your wings for this fly sh*t
Bed-Stuy do or die sh*t, this 325i sh*t!
You get nothing, child, we buck and wild
Roc-A-Fella clique n*gga, you know my f*ckin' style
When I deliver, n*ggas just don't give a
f*ck about nuthin', go all out like Hitler
Not enough doses to close this, it's hopeless
f*ck who the host is, n*gga we the dopest
Motherf*ckers rappin', Sauce Money had to happen
Record setter, record seller, Roc-A-Fella
Comin' thru like Idi Amin, obscene
You do ya best while I f*ck the prom queen
Flick c*m on ya, drop the bomb on ya
Separate ya clique, man lost an arm on ya
Love the position that we hold now
Crazy Juice, chicks quick to get open like Nicole Brown
Or heart surgery, to smart to murder me
3rd burn degree if ya start disturbin' me
Word to mother, life's a b*tch f*ck her
Jaz and Jay stuck her, Sauce next in line with the rubber
Went from outcome to income, pretend some men come
They win none, I'm all that and then some
Duck to blink and not enough, you sinkin'
pus*y minds I penetrate, what the f*ck you thinkin'?

[Chorus: Tone Hooker & Sauce Money]
Now what you heard was n*ggas puttin' down Foundation
When it's time to step it up
We rise to the occasion
But in order for you to put down foundation
You gotta
Stash your funds, then automatic cream grows sporadic
Yeah, we puttin' down foundation
Now it's time to step it up
We rise to the occasion
But in order for you to put down foundation
You gotta
Stash your funds, then automatic cream grows sporadic
Yeah, uh

[Outro: Sauce Money]
Word up, you know how that sh*t go
It's about that f*ckin' time
Big muthaf*ckin' Jaz, with the help of the capo, the n*gga Jigga
Represent that sh*t, word
And me? Heh heh, whatever
Yeah, that's hot right there! Ha Ha Ha

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