Firm - Hardcore Lyrics
[nas escobar]What?That firm shit, that firm shit, whats that?What?That firm shit, that firm shitEveryday ima polli bout, whos the best hotty out?And will they ever let gotti out?Am I real? feel free to try me outGuaranteed eternally, you signin outI only bang quarters, not a thing short ofThan a dime, rhyme like a crime scene reporterThought shorty would lose but the game taught herHoodrat just like thelma, james daughterKiller put you on, got you laced in buconBledest stone, where the place you call home?[foxy brown]Brooklyn girl, plotted then I took the worldYou know the whole drill, na na so illMake mills and escro, decimalsCancoon, mexico, x-and-oBracelets got all, along with goldNow its platinum rings, songs is soldHot from the jumpstart, let the game sparkThriller, will I shot to the top of the charts[nas escobar]Head honcho, cat escoPush everything from the coupe to the foNever love a ho, get my dick suckedSmoke the chocolate, trick my chicks upPass all the kis to mami, whip it upFox get the bs, bonnie live it upChorus: (x2)Your love, so goodYou deserve some hardcore[nas] that firm shit, that firm shit[foxy brown]Firm, nigga what? get my twat lickedNever love a trick, get him for his chips***** him and his dick, nigga where the six?He actin like a *****, he shouldve known thisGot the stone the wrist, I aint no bonin thisBomb ass shit, I could play with my shit[nas escobar]Rap niggas, capitalise, stock figuresCognac is that liquorGot me all numbed out, now Im in the street with the guns outNiggas better take me home, fore I dumbs outMight ***** around, lay somethin downWit mad niggas out here to see that shitWe that click, runnin shit up in new yickAll the way down to hicktown, layin it down[foxy brown]Fox be the classiest, the sassiestThe clubs, all thugs grab my wrists, offer me moselle cristMore of the shit to hold you withKeep hatin ima fold your *****Shouldve known to control that chick, hoes mad cos I roll the 6Doe full of ices, black isisSidewalk, my niggas stay *****in your girlThe rest be, hoes in stretch jeans with red seamsTake it from me, let a nigga dreamMake em lick that, get the cat for his creamChorus (x2)[foxy brown]Its about time I reverse that*****es learn game, rehearse thatIt aint no love, ma remember thatYa hoes wanna slap while I got him on his backTryin to hurt that[nas escobar]Think youre grown, half the niggas sittin at homeWatchin the kids, while youre gettin it onIm too smart for that, caught you creepinReceipts in your prada bag, sweets every weekendSpendin my doe, I coulda spent that on hydroYou aint slick enough, think I dont know[foxy brown]Dumb ass, think I slept on your bum assKnew the whole stee bout a chip like meDid it on g-p, let you eat meCouldnt freak me, Im better off with tv[nas] that firm shit, that firm shitInterlude:Cant get enough, oooooh oooooh, oooooh oooohooooh[nas] that firm shit, that firm shitChorus (x3)Interlude to fade
