The Firm: The Album

[Nas Escobar]<br>What?<br>That Firm shit, that Firm shit, what`s that?<br>What?<br>That Firm shit, that Firm shit<br><br>Everyday I`ma polli bout, who`s the best hotty out?<br>And will they ever let Gotti out?<br>Am I real? Feel free to try me out<br>Guaranteed eternally, you signin out<br>I only bang quarters, not a thing short of<br>than a dime, rhyme like a crime scene reporter<br>Thought shorty would lose but the game taught her<br>Hoodrat just like Thelma, James` daughter<br>Killer put you on, got you laced in Bucon<br>Bledest stone, where the place you call home?<br><br>[Foxy Brown]<br>Brooklyn girl, plotted then I took the world<br>You know the whole drill, Na Na so Ill<br>Make mills and escro, decimals<br>Cancoon, Mexico, X-and-O<br>Bracelets got all, along with gold<br>Now it`s platinum rings, songs is sold<br>Hot from the jumpstart, let the game spark<br>Thriller, will I shot to the top of the charts<br><br>[Nas Escobar]<br>Head honcho, cat Esco<br>Push everything from the Coupe to the Fo`<br>Never love a ho, get my dick sucked<br>Smoke the chocolate, trick my chicks up<br>Pass all the ki`s to mami, whip it up<br>Fox get the B`s, Bonnie live it up<br><br>Chorus: (x2)<br><br>Your love, so good<br>You deserve some hardcore<br>[Nas] That Firm shit, that Firm shit<br><br>[Foxy Brown]<br>FIRM, NIGGA WHAT? Get my twat licked<br>Never love a trick, get him for his chips<br>Fuck him and his dick, nigga where the six?<br>He actin like a bitch, he should`ve known this<br>Got the stone the wrist, I ain`t no bonin this<br>Bomb ass shit, I could play with my shit<br><br>[Nas Escobar]<br>Rap niggas, capitalise, stock figures<br>Cognac is that liquor<br>Got me all numbed out, now I`m in the street with the guns out<br>Niggas better take me home, `fore I dumbs out<br>Might fuck around, lay somethin down<br>wit mad niggas out here to see that shit<br>We that click, runnin shit up in New Yick<br>all the way down to Hicktown, layin it down<br><br>[Foxy Brown]<br>Fox be the classiest, the sassiest<br>The clubs, all thugs grab my wrists, offer me moselle Crist<br>More of the shit to hold you with<br>Keep hatin I`ma fold your bitch<br>Should`ve known to control that chick, hoes mad cos I roll the 6<br>Doe full of ices, black Isis<br>Sidewalk, my niggas stay fuckin your girl<br>The rest be, hoes in stretch jeans with red seams<br>Take it from me, let a nigga dream<br>Make em lick that, get the cat for his cream<br><br>Chorus (x2)<br><br>[Foxy Brown]<br>It`s about time I reverse that<br>Bitches learn game, rehearse that<br>It ain`t no love, ma remember that<br>Ya hoes wanna slap while I got him on his back<br>tryin to hurt that<br><br>[Nas Escobar]<br>Think you`re grown, half the niggas sittin at home<br>watchin the kids, while you`re gettin it on<br>I`m too smart for that, caught you creepin<br>Receipts in your Prada bag, sweets every weekend<br>Spendin my doe, I coulda spent that on hydro<br>You ain`t slick enough, think I don`t know<br><br>[Foxy Brown]<br>Dumb ass, think I slept on your bum ass<br>Knew the whole stee bout a chip like me<br>Did it on G-P, let you eat me<br>Couldn`t freak me, I`m better off with TV<br>[Nas] That Firm shit, that Firm shit<br><br>Interlude: