(feat. AZ, Foxy Brown, and Cormega (The
Firm))
[Intro: AZ]
This is what... this what they want huh?
This is what it's all about..
What? Time to take Affirmative Action son
They just don't understand, youknowImean?
Niggaz comin sideways thinkin stuff is
sweet man
Yknahmean?
Niggaz don't understand the four devils:
Lust.. Envy.. Hate.. Jealousy
Wicked niggaz man
[AZ the Visualiza]
Yo, sit back relax catchin contacts, sip
your cog-nac
And let's all wash this money through this
laundry mat
Sneak attack, a new cat sit back, worth top
dollar
In fact, touch mines, and I'll react like a
Rottweiler
Who pull the late, we play for high stakes
at gunpoint
Catch em and break, undress em tie em with
tape, no escape
The Corleone, fettucini Capone
Roam in your own zone or get kidnapped and
clapped in your dome
We got it sewn, The Firm art of war is
unknown
Lower your tone, face it, homicide cases
get blown
Aristocrats, politickin daily with
diplomats
See me I'm an official mack, Lex Coupe
triple black
[Cormega]
Criminal thoughts in the blue Porsche, my
destiny's to be the new boss
That nigga Paulie gotta die - he too soft
That nigga's dead on, a key of her-oin,
they found his head on
the couch with his dick in his mouth, I put
the hit out
Yo, the smoothest killer since Bugsy,
bitches love me
And Queens where my drugs be, I wear Guess
jeans and rugbies
Yo my people from Medina they will see you
when you re-up on your heater all your
cream go betweeen us
Real shit, my Desert Eagle got a ill grip
I chill with, niggaz that hit Dominican
spots and steal bricks
My red beam, made a dread scream, and
sprayed a Fed team
Corleone be turnin niggaz to fiends
U-Conn's and ninja black Lexus, 'Mega the
pretty boy
with mafia connections it's The Firm nigga
set it
[Nas]
Yo, my mind is seein through your design
like blind fury
I shine jewelry sippin on crushed grapes,
we lust papes
and push cakes inside the casket at Just
wake
It's sickenin, he just finished biddin
upstate
And now the projects, is talkin that
somebody gotta die shit
It's logic, as long as it's nobody that's
in my clique
My man Smoke, know how to expand coke, and
Mr. Coffee
Feds cost me two mill' to get the system
off me
"Life's a Bitch," but God-forbid the bitch
divorce me
I'll be flooded with ice so hellfire can't
scorch me
Cuban cigars meetin Foxy at Demars
Movin cars, your top papi Senor Escobar
[Foxy Brown]
In the black Camaro
Firm deep all my niggaz hail the blackest
sparrow
Wallabee's be the apparel
Through the darkest tunnel, I got visions
of multimillions
in the biggest bundle, in the Lex pushed by
my nigga Jungle
He money bags got Moet, Sean Don
Bundle of sixty-two, they ain't got a clue
what we about to do
My whole team we shittin hard like Czar
Sosa, Foxy Brown, Cormega, and Escobar
I keep a fat marquis piece, laced in all
the illest snake skin
Armani sweaters Carolina Hebrera
Be The Firm baby, from BK to the 'Bridge
My nigga Wiz, operation Firm Biz, so what
the deal is
I keep a phat jew-el, sippin Crist-ies
Sittin on top of fifty grand in the Nautica
Van, uhh!
We stay incogni' like all them thug niggaz
in Marcy
The Gods, they praise Allah with visions of
Gandhi
Bet it on, my whole crew is Don Juan
On Cayman Island with a case of Cristal and
Papa Chula spoke
Nigga with them Cubans that snort coke
Raw though, an ounce mixed wit leak that's
pure though
Flippin the bigger picture, the bigger
nigga with the cheddar
Was mad dripper, he had a f*ckin villa in
Manilla
We got to flee to Panama, but wait it's
half and half
Keys is one and two-fifth, so how we flip
Thirty-two grams raw, chop it in half, get
sixteen, double it times three
We got forty-eight, which mean a whole lot
of cream
Divide the profit by four, subtract it by
eight
We back to sixteen, now add the other two
that 'Mega bringin through
So let's see, if we flip this other key
Then that's more for me, mad coke and mad
leak
Plus a five hundred, cut in half is two-
fifty
Now triple that times three, we got three
quarters of another key
The Firm baby, volume one uhh..