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As far back as I can remember, I always wanted to be in the Firm
I can remember when I first met Sosa, it was a glorious time There were wise guys everywhere, we were around Twenty one, twenty two at the time Yeah every place we go, every party People would stop and stare when we walked in We would give the doorman a hundred dollars just for opening the door Sosa would give the bartender two hundred dollars just for keeping The ice cold, yeah we were legends and we still are Two hundred fallen angels, we balling from every angle Heavy bag gold, panamania changed angle Let's tangle, tabernacles Ill lukiens coming at you, fuck Parus A billion years B.C., originally black Jews Cashsews honey now roasted, let's kill the colprate He owe us shit, toe toe toe with that four four bit Fuck the hoe shit, mercury back tax ?birth? for me Personally I existed when Earth was in need, indeed Human lifeform transformed from light storms, poltrons Electrons nuetrons, iced long Nights long, repltilaians I'll see ya'll in the next millenium What world are we really in, amphibians moved to the Carribean Underwater force, placed under the court of law Usually sport Warlaw, my mind stay core raw Fill of ambiants, love fine carats and cars that launch Nonchalaunt, usually there are Jimmies up in the palms Play low style, Guteians change my whole profile Left the dope pile, bet the guard be around for awhile Firm Islamic, hit the croner of the Earth just like a comet See I like Esco, he knew everybody and everybody knew him He was the type of guy who routed for the bad guys in the movies But hey Die for this Firm, live for this Firm Niggas learn, never should come before your fam From ki's to ported grams, these are corners in the blue van E's upon on us, cause of warrants While we smoke hash cheese enormous, stack cheese Travel the world like Taurus, went half with Sosa for four bricks Down in Camdon, we handlin' to D.C. Chips on fights with China White's by they tight PP Wanting PC but all they get is good dick or four clips For loose lips, by the jungle flise Suck the pearl tongue juices, off you fly misses Take her out to the Spark's stakehouse, gentelmen style Coincidental, family's here Meet fem fatale, French connection Persian wet don, let's get this "F" on The Ebony queen, Fox you grab my left arm Dre made a QB the conton, BK and so on Family strong ???? Nature, make sure we all get this millionaire's paper What a sweet site for sour eyes, may we rise Hope for now on we never cross sides You know what, most hoes would have left these cats a long time ago I mean if your man gave you a gun to hide, what would ya'll hoes do? But you know, the shit kinda turned me on Black Madonna, hoes kill for they popals Never seen a bitch like this, queen misses Rock BDS's on the left wrists, trick check this Respect this, Firm's niggas lie knee deep in this bitch Wanna need bitch and have my pussy bleed, swear for 'em Fuck and take the chair for 'em, whoever dare cross us The thoughts that thoughts across a bitch's minds, pops the nine Leave 'em resting in peices, while my thorough bitches peep this Death before decid-a, screw me on the dick-a Lace me in Gabanna, peep dat Think I'm flippin' on these three cats, Set yo clown ass right up with my down ass Bitch to hold the cash and G's, stash the guns for 'em And the icedy E Berkee, breathe the the sun for 'em Long dick style, swallow the enemies cum for 'em Pretty ass hoe, bitches fuck 'em and I dumb on 'em When Nas pop the Crist, Fox cops the fifth Make my doe up for OZ's, now hoes that's real uhhh |
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Yo this Esco, who this?
What's the deally? I just touched grounds down in Philly Brought a pound with me, Feds floatin around silly Tryin to find Lynn, bitch supposed to be in the Benz Parked in row ten, her and that slow hoe Gwen Should of known she was a bitch that we both could of boned to post it alone, the ass had us both in the zone But you know the rules, both been schooled by older dudes I know the jewels No time for them thoughts, too much to lose Just tryin to vibe until them hoes role with the ride Where's your joy and pride? You know little Des got your eyes In the cut, drop-Z okay, the top's up Left the mall bought Little Amal the toy truck Your boy's what, three years old now, correct? He and my daughter age neck and neck, they futures set Trees got me wet, in the background's an old cassette Fly Stephanie Mills shit What's the deal with, all this shit I'm hearin up top You got arrested, shot a fair one with a cop That ain't ya stee', you usually low key with no t I'm only goin off of what some weak bitch told me That's some ill shit, hear that bitch go with her click Yo Dunn, I'll hit you right back cause the static is thick *We got your phone tapped, what you gon' do Cause sooner or later, we'll have your whole crew All we need now is the right word or two to make all it stick like glue, then you through We got your phone tapped, what you gon' do Cause sooner or later, we'll have your whole crew All we need now is the right word or two to make all it stick like glue, we got you We just hit the cribbo, I'm curled up on this pillow I'm still low, hold the ill news, these niggaz killed mo' The shit touched me, tryin to chill just lit a dutchie from a while back - same foul cats who tried to bust me Caught 'em sleeppin, in Spanish Harlem with some Puerto Ricans Up in Washington Heights right off the Deacon Feel awful speakin, for some reason, feel the phone's tapped Alone with gats left with a vest to watch my own back Keep your eyes open - stay wide, shit is mind blowin Look for any sign showin one-time is knowin about the dynasty, shit is not minor leauges no more Cats bleed in this cold war Son we took an oath, then this life took us both We rich now, milk the whole cow, split the growth Now I'm on the car doin, headlights on Fluid in the windsheild wipes gone this light storm that's formin in the sky, you comin home tomorrow? Will you drive or will you fly - hold up, my other side Yo son some other cats tried to ruin our plans Sendin two decoy bitches with pictures of you and your man Askin your whereabouts - I gave 'em no leads For all the nigga know them hoes fuck with police No shit I'm clickin over, I'ma tell Sos' quick Son - them outta state bitches tryin to get us both hit That was Nate, he hit me last night late while in my hoe's stomach Said it's no hundred, we FBI's most wanted So play the low, change your clothes, pack your bags Watch what you say on this phone, get home fast *Repeat Yo it's all good I'ma hit you when I touch down tomorrow son, word Stay on point - don't even use the phone just come to my crib yo, word up Out |
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Diamond cut vocals carved sculptures
Gats and hosters Macks and four fifths Two plagued verocious We smoked spliffs when the drolls lit Hoes get hit Have them blow dick Blow the whole click Jeeps Tahoe Shoes be shavo talk Pharagamoe Catch a hamo Guess long like Motumbo From a land of heart rap phantom stalk ya'll While we bent a pork off a raw torch ya'll The god sports all dejour for all wear Push the Range all year Vision of war near I laid out on ya'll In money and ice That's how I'm running your wife Stay ripen at ripe Clip in your life down to pipe size Firm slice pies Couple of trife guys in tinted up white five's Whose the first to set it At time my first pathetic Nature one of The Firm Our works phonetic As seven digits First class trips for summer never is it Outlaw remain pessimistic Used to jostle in hostile environments Buying whips Cheating like fiver ricks requirements Psychics predict that I'll be dying rich Until then catch me chillin flying in a giant six On some next shit Went from humble now to hectic Reminiscing when they use to call me desperate Minor drawbacks I had to learn not to fuck with small cats In fake cadier and straw hats Sic 'em on the mix tape They think they're all that But just spread it through Never sound unreasonable son Whatever the cause I know it pleasible Fought your way in the game The wait is seasonable *We keep going on, we're gonna get this money (Take money money take take money money Take money take take money money) We just play our part, we're gonna make this money (Make money money make make money money make money money make make money) Show me the orbit Stock bonds I own corporates Rock the ???? shift Filthy rich we caught the coach smiths You must have lost sense My whole firm we walk with offense I push a Porsche bent Fuck your main bitch at your expense Laws intense hivalates Death throughout the tri-state Who lie evade a '98 Lex in wide plate Well modernized Wide body cup with foreign eyes You far behind I rock the reptiles And steal a Karl Kani's Guard your eyes Mystical movements hard to size We harmonize And to its the force that's way beyond the skies Love position parlaying duck nd truck evictions Thug intentions every few months Off this mission Its principles master my square No identical expensible I figure you wise and play it sensible *Repeat |
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A tale of two cities. Right here.
It's time we set it straight connect with Dre the correct way Predicting platnum in less then a day So for that we amound us while y'all lackin' hope All I do is write raps stack relax and smoke Seeing my dreams come true stayin' humble in the eyes of others Politician with the wisest brothers It's Nature one of the greatest peep how I play this Straight from the Bridge one of your kids favorites From not till the day that I'm stiff fowl flagerant pay the rent Always stay swift, stuck in my ways type shovanistic Since a youth I had a thing for big jewels Flooded rings and older bitches holding my riches In lump sums for trust funds fully recoved thugs lust to bust guns While niggas get drunk beat wifes and cuss sons A slow process called life, let's show progress Don Cortes, white rags cherry bently Cop shines from Italy speak money language fluently Never fuck with the nastiest flashiest Bought a house as big as Scarface to show my happyness Rackin' the 6 0's for those that want to get personal to home Cock the heavy metal rollin' with my stones Prominent with flashy garments spread a mill small bills Bring a smile to an ill grill Popular loved throughout the industry If they sue light a philly cause the judge has gotta Free Willy Solute with chill Remy gently escort four ladies an arm The four caesers at he club Pentleys condo sweets I'm fancy 20 floors up overlookin' ladies boomerang they panties Bump the Firm Family's latest takin' trips to Las Dregas That's how we do it Aftermath incorperated *C'mon c'mon c'mon c'mon it's the motherfuckin' Frim Family ooh Yeah, I better pinch myself to make sure I'm not dreaming Ooh cause the way you make me feel I feel like ooh screaming I spit rhymes for the radio and spit for tours Spend doe that I never thought I'd hold before Now if you just wanna front, you know my styles tight Niggas never should of plugged up the motherfuckin' mic Sippin' Tangeray 60 inch screen when we hang with Dre I just flew in from Queens no bag and plan to stay In the heat park this Royals Royce up in the beat Seeing topless bitches rollerblading in the street While I lounge in a jacousy sky cliff blue got the whole crew Nas, AZ, Nature, Foxy there too, how we do? Hit trees Cristal bottles, breeze tropical spread love till we wobble It's time to give let the kids live comfortable Anybody pumpin' between the East and West...fuck you Make moves political hit this revenue Set examples respect every individual *Repeat |
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TrackMasters
A yo you see that a major, tellin my flavor All types of paper, I'm doin you a favor So blaze the trees, come on baby please Yo to lay with these girls pay the fees Cause I stay in these, coop rabie bees Jitty to the fifty, to the ACG's And when I'm lazy B Let the AC breeze, explain to my dames how the gamin be So what you trippin about, in the club I be kickin em' out I get em home then I'm twistin them out If I still keep it real I be friskin them out, with my dick in they mouth Then I'm kickin them out Cause you miss the quote, cause even if this kid was broke On you I wouldn't trick to know Have me high at first like I sniff some coke But now you gotta go don't forget your coat Uh *We are the firm all stars Fuckin your bitch we don't care who you are We don't need no introduction, our music steady bumpin From the crib to the club to your cars Come fuck with us If you know about us throw your hands in the air From Teaxes to NewYork to Monclair This be the knock from Flatbush to Little Rock Even New Orleans be bout it bout it It's hot Uhhhhhhhhh I gets 7:30 for the door daddy Ain't know thing, ya'll know about the rings huh Here you vibe and you balls with the big cat Anything you tryin ta bring, been there done that See the paper stack I'm not a hater dog Ya'll still crusin lands, I'm navagatin dog Brooklyn tone Baby girl flawsed night and left and baget stones in a James Bomd crome See this pretty face, but you wanna stick it If it's broke nigga we can let Tido fix it I can't stop, I won't stop Everything hot, first week out hit the top Pretty Boy Relentless, Cop the Coop thats expensive For instanse we rollin in fleets in ten to sixes We smoke phiphers with a dime chick pullin all nighters P be Mr. Macoroni The world slick lies and pretty Tony If you never new know you know me Thats why they wanna blow me We eat caviar, shine like a movie star Firm click real thick, Nas tell em' who we are *Repeat (x2) |
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*You gonna make me fuck somebody else (I'm gonna fuck somebody)
If you keep on treating me the way you do (you don't wanna do it, you don't wanna do it) You gonna make me fuck somebody else If you keep on treating me the way you do (you don't wanna do it, you don't wanna do it) Most of these cats ain't got nothing for me, but if we talikng G's That's a different story, now don't embarass yourself Cause if you ain't pushin' what I'm tryin' to push next year You talking for ya health, nigga rock on Check where you come from, you now my stee dun Run a G and leave 'em strung with they tongue hung, niggas is bold now I puts the gold down, I ain't laughing Cats be asking can they lick my hole now, feel free Nigga eat me, treat me Ya trick, pussy clit lickin' No ass gettin' dick, first roles Niggaz is my hoes, top my doe Wanna lace me with some head after my show, bringin' dat I'm the nasty bitch that I am, make 'em lick my pearl tongue And you got to give my girls some, fuck a man Bitch got the world in her hand, just on spite Niggaz got to fuck me right *Repeat Aye yo Fox quit the PP on niggaz that is ricky Have them cats wining like Be-Be and Ce-Ce, Ill Na Na Pussy hot like a sauna, have yo dick doin' flips in my teddy by Gabanna Can yo baby's momma keep it wet like this, sex like this Nigga this is the best it gets, been around the world twice Gettin' more ice, bomb ass cock Fuck a nigga all night, for you bitch kept the pussy tight All night, nasty when I wanna Pussy you make me wonder, any eye in me Keep vibin' me, roll a nigga got the word that he coppin' threes They call him Long Dick Steve, make the pussy steamy Lips in the ass with his face thug cree, ya'll should've seen him Nigga dick mad tiny, doin' tricks like a muthafuckin' genie *Repeat Now niggaz get a nut just to watch me strut, niggas tried knockin' me up Locking me down, what clown copped me a truck But I ain't need it, he passed me da blunts but I don't get weeded Smoke the put bush, let him eat it Let's him get high then his face in my thigh, while I'm in his ride Fuck a nigga Todd, screamin' my name Cum stains on the wood grain, had a good thang But the truth is your loose lips mad me ruthless, now you sex what Jerk it, it's for certain Had him spend up, had him bent up Got the next nigga none in ya Benz truck Ain't nothing wrong with a good dick, fuck a trick Suck a dick, let no trick Nigga pass up, fuck the last nut Get a ass up uhh the next what, can a nigga do But fuck you and ya crew with down ass hoes *Repeat You gonna make me fuck somebody (you gonna make fuck somebody) You gonna make me fuck somebody (if you keep fucking up the way you do) You gonna make me fuck somebody (ohh fuck somebody) You gonna make me fuck somebody (you're gonna make me fuck somebody) |
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What?
That Firm shit, that Firm shit, what's that? What? That Firm shit, that Firm shit Everyday I'ma polli bout, who's the best hotty out? And will they ever let Gotti out? Am I real? Feel free to try me out Guaranteed eternally, you signin out I only bang quarters, not a thing short of than a dime, rhyme like a crime scene reporter Thought shorty would lose but the game taught her Hoodrat just like Thelma, James' daughter Killer put you on, got you laced in Bucon Bledest stone, where the place you call home? Brooklyn girl, plotted then I took the world You know the whole drill, Na Na so Ill Make mills and escro, decimals Cancoon, Mexico, X-and-O Bracelets got all, along with gold Now it's platinum rings, songs is sold Hot from the jumpstart, let the game spark Thriller, will I shot to the top of the charts Head honcho, cat Esco Push everything from the Coupe to the Fo' Never love a ho, get my dick sucked Smoke the chocolate, trick my chicks up Pass all the ki's to mami, whip it up Fox get the B's, Bonnie live it up *Your love, so good You deserve some hardcore That Firm shit, that Firm shit *Repeat FIRM, NIGGA WHAT? Get my twat licked Never love a trick, get him for his chips Fuck him and his dick, nigga where the six? He actin like a bitch, he should've known this Got the stone the wrist, I ain't no bonin this Bomb ass shit, I could play with my shit Rap niggas, capitalise, stock figures Cognac is that liquor Got me all numbed out, now I'm in the street with the guns out Niggas better take me home, 'fore I dumbs out Might fuck around, lay somethin down wit mad niggas out here to see that shit We that click, runnin shit up in New Yick all the way down to Hicktown, layin it down Fox be the classiest, the sassiest The clubs, all thugs grab my wrists, offer me moselle Crist More of the shit to hold you with Keep hatin I'ma fold your bitch Should've known to control that chick, hoes mad cos I roll the 6 Doe full of ices, black Isis Sidewalk, my niggas stay fuckin your girl The rest be, hoes in stretch jeans with red seams Take it from me, let a nigga dream Make em lick that, get the cat for his cream *Repeat (x2) It's about time I reverse that Bitches learn game, rehearse that It ain't no love, ma remember that Ya hoes wanna slap while I got him on his back tryin to hurt that Think you're grown, half the niggas sittin at home watchin the kids, while you're gettin it on I'm too smart for that, caught you creepin Receipts in your Prada bag, sweets every weekend Spendin my doe, I coulda spent that on hydro You ain't slick enough, think I don't know Dumb ass, think I slept on your bum ass Knew the whole stee bout a chip like me Did it on G-P, let you eat me Couldn't freak me, I'm better off with TV That Firm shit, that Firm shit **Can't get enough, oooooh oooooh, oooooh oooohooooh That Firm shit, that Firm shit *Repeat (x3) **Repeat |
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Yeah, I'd like to welcome everybody that came
I know that I woke y'all up early this mornin', but shit is real I need all y'all to come down so we can talk about these things that's going on man It's gettin' real Escobar, reportoire, that's my man Blowin' up how we expand Stack grands up, pack vans up, with wild cats Bustin' live gats Claimin' that you illa than me, now how's that In the Bridge hangin' wit the thug menaces Images of mad loot, and beatin' sentences Now we livin' large, remininscin' flippin' on prison guards Jumpin' in and out of different cars On a weekly, Benz or Mitsubishi Got the flip phone in the strip zone Satellite dish, 50 inch with the Knicks on Everday it's real in my life, you live in sitcoms Real Dons, bustin' out this hustlin' game with the name See it lights, bitch get it right Scorsese, capo, black Mercedes Miami in back, with the crack, the late 80's Brown Timbs, and thousands Now we on to some real doe How does it feel to count a mil? What you bug? Throw a party and show love to the same cats after your stacks who throw slugs |
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Five minutes to flush
They say they just wanna question me the interuption 4 in the morning they knocked and caught me fuckin' Throw on something mad provocative play with the top lock Buy me some time so I can hide the shit kinda quick Move the guns clip the herb They got me shook up plus my nut was disturbed Hide the chocolate pickin' up shells form off the carpet Baracaiding the door for war like a hostage It's my crib, got my name on the lease Can't explain niggas just get arrained and released But who snitched set me up, I think it's you bitch Sacrificing my life for you two kids? Truth is, I got a business to lose eyewitness news Paper tellin' bitches to move, police turned this into a zoo Mad reporters, I laugh as I'm sippin' my brew They think they caught us *4 in the morning Feds are out at the door What you gonna do? What you gonna do when they come through for you? Ooh ee ooh ee ooh ee yeah yeah yeah yeah 4 minutes left About a minute went by they knocked harder My bitch went hysterical in shock Slapped her to calm her 4-4 cocked to armor It's been a long day now I raid with jakes playin' in the hallway It's senseless, enter my crib and can't prevent this Blockin' my enterence, trying to knock it off the hindges Battering rams coming inches, my hoe was buggin' Throw a fit thowin' puttin' coke in the oven Like I'm Larry Davis the phone rang some D.A. bitch "Nature turn yourself in" I didn't say shit Knowin' in my heart I'm a stay rich It's abusing, confusing them until they lose patience Try to ease up, calm my nerves with the cheeba Hoping the door doesn't fall before the keys flush Thieves rush, plus the riot squad No surrender no retreat shit's deep but times is hard *Repeat By the time they had busted in I had touched the cash Just flushed the last hundred grams nigga subduct the math They made me either that or let them take me Still in my night clothes fake like I'm asleep Spoke to my rat heard him ask where the coke at Predicate felon hope to never go back They had survelance aware of all dealings Knew about bitches that liked to shoot and loot kept in ceilings Searching my spot behind curtains stay cursing Chief of police finally meet him in person But I just flushed the yayo what could he say do Trying to flip on me, once was on the payroll Trying to laylow he can't find what he need So instead I'm cuffed taken down for some weed But it's just for a short say, I call the Firm then emerge On the streets to return the next court day *Repeat |
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You ever dance with the devil under the pale moonlight?
Desperados, travellin What the fuck's up son? We could do this word up, we could do this Spend too many nights on the Henny gettin right Breakin big face Bennies, bettin against the friendly dice I can't call it, it's goin too good to spoil it Tell it like it is, the raw shit never recorded (repeat 2X) At a thousand degree Celsius I make MC's melt Fuck my record label I appear courtesy of myself Let me explain how I maintain thresholds to pain I walk across the Sun barefoot lookin for shade I rearrange your rib cage like a twelve gauge at close range and change the position of your brain My hard raps penetrate through your hardhats and all that nigga, get ya wig peeled back I scalp you like the indians on horseback Running Bull will hit you harder than runningback Stunning man with brave and cunning rap Swiftly running laps around 48 tracks Like uncut crack you fiends keep coming back Heads is flippin like acrobats on gym mats From wax to analog tapes to digital DAT's It's critical black, that Canibus is ill like that In fact perhaps you should quit rap, instead of always tryin to diss back, cause niggaz keep tellin you that your shit's wack I rip raps, hardcore raps rushin you to the floor mat Put you in the figure four, break your thorax Jump off the top turnbuckle and land on your back til I hear it snap or crackle, the ref says chill black You get clapped bringin the wrong raps to combat Like bringin a paint gun to a shoot out with real gats Y'all niggaz is wack, rappin over microphone feedback My intelligence begins where yours peaks at From Fox Boogie in the see-through brasierre, to Nasty Nas here My nigga Nature'll explain it further if it's not clear Millionaire look at the sky make sure it's still there Ice grill stares and my jewelry is in every year Pierre Cardan back in a Dapper Dan time Now flex, angle wrecks, Foxy rock Van Klein Initiated to the Firm shit, real thugs learn quick Sit back and feel the ultimate hit Initiated to the Firm shit, real thugs learn quick Sit back and feel the ultimate hit |
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The six ease out CD laced digital readout
No doubt cop glocks from the dred fuck the weedhouse Yo elegance hate females with no intelligence Embezzelment got big boys behind the metal fence Merrill Lynch it's your life Crist alright Vince on ice sex chicks all types General status smootheness mixed with malice Trips to Dallas built a pool in my palace Who want what from more moneys I want a cut Extortin start from the corner step on us up Sixty inch screen laserdisc with the beam It's my life i'm holding the dice don't intervene I send a team to smash out your whole plans No cold hands liquid or hunger to hold grands From state bids to large cats who lace cribs It's Firm Biz, y'all know what time it is *I'm talking Firm Biz to you baby (Firm Firm Biz) Talking bout the Firm, that is (Firm Firm Biz) I'm talking Firm Biz to you baby (Firm Firm Biz) Talking bout the Firm, that is that is That is that is Firm Biz! Peep the stee, creepin with AZ B-12's crazy I ball with the firm's first lady I brawl with those who hate me Make me spray I all; hoping for the day I fall Never that though Black 4 4's for fedz Like Donnie Brascoe so peep the cappos Who mack most splash it up with lactose Pretty thug style, I blow you out slug style Bent in the Caddy Coupe me and daddy duke He schooled me on how to stand on my own two He said son it's all kinda shit you gon' go through Either you gon' make it or you gon' fall too Now we headline tours remember me I told you that the world was yours Married to the Firm laws Esco bless flows y'all know me Laced in the Sony Firm be the hottest click to blow G *Repeat My pops uesd to warn me never fall victim to the horny Keep the pussy tight stay that bitch If i'm gon' fuck lay that dick Tony get him for his chips and pray he push a six Now I got game to make the thuggish niggas scream my name Hope the panties drop only if I cop The baby blue drop gotta keep my wrist iced The baddest bitch yeah the sex is alright Lace 'em all night going to the crib Jumping out the range in the iceberg tights Yeah I know about the five and its one shut eye 360 wave spinning cat thinkin he Nas From now 'til the day we shinin keep my diamond Esco with me in the E reclining top dogs The illest duo since the Boss name was Hugo AZ Firm trio stay on the lee low *Repeat (with modifications) |
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yo, Nori know this, and Nori know that
but Nori know gat (why) cause Nori buck dat Iraq'll make you famous throwing gang signs like it's sign language distinguish us from the others kidnap your baby mothers bringing drama to the deep covers salute g, bust you down like a lucie Jose probably lay with a gold uzi crunk Italy, Africa and Sicily niggaz acting sissy see pointing guns and missing me (Nas: "Yo son, it's on son") hey yo there's beef in the hood again niggaz came with hoods again thinking that it woulda been saw us, from what we first did when we did now we twist another wig, a mother lose another kid but it's beef now, keep it short real brief now strike vigorous, no intentions of missing it they sent the message, or example, whatever set it up man on man only to score we apply the plan quickly explain why you ran in this dark land we lay you down in the sand on the lines like the internet many would come if you would pose off against my set, there ain't a nigga yet smoke so much, niggaz say I need nicarette you say bogie but you used to say cigarette nine-oh, a new religion, a new beginning *I'm leaving baby don't go I know the block is hot boo I'll watch your spot I'm leaving sweetie don't leave I need you to stay with me (come on) uh huh, uh, uh uh huh, uh, uh I'm leaving boo I can't understand and don't think that I'll be back again it's like a bad dream and I can't wake up mouth caked up knowing these cats is fake fucks and it ain't right with no love, them hugs ain't tight son we used to pop bottles and slugs the same night hey yo they left me right hand damaged and I ain't lefty couldn't bust when I's supposed to pull what I'm supposed to do? lay down, watch these niggaz spray me or maybe we strike accurate blaze them plus they ladies I woulda never thought we'd ever get caught in this way of life prosecution, if you violate a player's rights say it twice Nature soon to be engraved in ice hanging off my neck glistens like it's framed in light niggaz call me Jose shootin the Artie Clay Benedict Arnold type getting this rap loot still selling China White either Allah or Christ married to marijuana now my niggaz don't write (still ice, still living this life) *Repeat you got the nerve to say that Nature's slipping? the greatest vision bald-head kid Cartier frames, the latest Pippens doggystyle was my favorite position until I switched it, dead shit got on some head shit headed in the wrong direction up in the Sheraton QB to LA still puffing my medicine for those lost in the streets up north or deceased for those struggling unfortunate to eat I dedicate this, tell me right now how do you rate this? whatever happened to the mule and the 40 acres it's outrageous, the way the god finesse the basics invasion, me and Noreaga Firm made men |
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from Firm - The Album (1997)
Y'know, personally, I'm for the paper
As long as we all see doe (Yo yo, big boys play for large sums) Yeah, uhuh (Even bitches got their shit tight) Ha ha ha Aight (If you're wit us throw your guns up, what the fuck? Form a philly, cock your shit back and bust You acquired the knowledge, my brainwaves cause riots in college Science scholar in this world of violence and dollars Firm rappin god from the projects It ain't hard, from medicate cars to platinum cars, my click is that large To get they dick licked and back massaged by rich chicks who rock Versace bras in the drop, watchin the stars Yo, the conquest is ours, mission accomplished, shittin on Congress Benz whipped with the 6, on this 8 trillion tonnes, when I appear reptilians run >From affilions, willions ??? ??? Like Indians, your style's a dream, we pop Cristal and drive Bentley's in the same streets you can't get a penny in All my real shootout niggas hear me when Half-A-Mil shoot out with Bohemians, calicos spittin in Niggas splittin in the same position they sittin in What sentencin? We got too much Benjamins We even got triple six I-E-M plastic currency with ??? Images *?of Quentin?* in, my niggas lay back We use to pump a G, now we pump 100-K packs Guns aimed at, destroy your whole world like *?K-mat?* What part of the game's that? The curse, my hot verse is flame rap Players got the game trapped, I be the king mack All my bitches mine til they bring crack..... *Yo yo, big boys play for large sums Stack up, strategise, watch the cons come It's all a game, even bitches got their shit tight On the scene, 18, suckin dick right, and sip right If you're wit us throw your guns up, what the fuck? Form a philly, cock your shit back and bust What? From NY to New Orleans, we all fiends Court scenes, flashbacks to kidnaps and fought CREAM Guns bussin, stash house out in Flushing Corruption, killer men-tal is foul adjustin Cold nights, handled the streets my whole life Back off ???? kikes, focus for niggas who lost sight Travel thought wise, beyond light years, way across skies Short-i's, so many makin livin off lies Anti up, hopin my new shorty don't stand me up It had me stuck, after this session, I plan to fuck Hot pursuit, a real splittin image of Pop Duke Block lasoo's, paper player part of my roots So what'cha grow, Shelley? I lit his game so sincerely Really, most rap cats couldn't come near me So it's either or Peter pay Paul, you and yours Fools are frost, regulate life thru rules and laws..... *Repeat Firm official, 8-50 I, burnin pistol Black Magnum P-I, mack V-I, willie hat Half beehive, wise guy, '95 I look in my eye, praisin Allah, project aimin rod Greatest star Agbar, pushin a hot car Shark Bar, private engagement, live entertainment I grab mics and I explain it How I went from the brawns to the brainless to the minds of the wise and the famous Nigga's wives admire the guy's arrangers Kick off their wedding rings to give head to the king It's just a cheddar thing, amaretta, Armani leather thing We in to better things like wettin the brains Jumpin outta stretches and minks, crime connected with link Up in the club buyin drinks, bitches eyein the spinks Hustler haters hate us, my guns say "Fuck what they think" Once I copped a Hummer this summer with a buttoned-up mink *Repeat Bitches got their shit tight If you're wit us throw your guns up, what the fuck? Form a philly, cock your shit back and bust |
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