Firm - The Firm Intro * Lyrics
* actual song, not an intro or skitIntro: nasYo check this shit out, this is escobarOut here chillin with my nam, dj clueYa know what Im sayin? , the boss of the bossesKing of the tapesNo doubt, queens finest yaknawhameanThe boss of the bosses and ya listening to dj clueNumber oneUhhh, uh huhUh huh, uhhhYall cats aint ready for the firmCanivin niggas, thats rightGet the dough da daUhh, uh huhBrooklyn shitVerse one: foxy brownAll ya hoes wanna stop my chipsStare *****es down when I rock my whipsKnowin that you hate me on the low, pop block my dickStick me for the ice on my whipsKeeps the chrome fifths, make you so sickYall hoes give me honestly, no choice but to chickficially firm, no extra shitNo surprises, no diguises, no foxs, lil nassStrickly fam fam, az, megaNa na, nas esco foreverWhile yall hoes is in a rage, aint no tamin yallYa still a young *****, and Im shamin yallMad cause they know no click plain to yallAnd yall hoes is like ***** me, the same to yallYa really aint got no time to play games wit yallAnd if I feel like shittin on yall, Im namin yallIm soundin kind of harsh, please ignore meNot to stop the rhyme flow - but yall mix tapes shorty (uh)Nerve of yall hoes tryin to gel meAnd uh, ya broke ***** what the ***** ya tryin to tell me?Chorus (nas)Where ya where ya where ya where ya where ya where yaWhere ya...Where ya at nigga?Verse two: nasThe boss of the bossesRhymes in my mind like its pearls and oystersJewels, you dell, cause we bail in porschesOf course its, the firmThis court is ajurned, my thoughts is to burnYall lil nass, middle guyss, mouthin offI want to speak to ya leaders, we roll to smoke cheeberI shoot em in my two seaterYo hes the worst clown, the jamie foxx with his first albumVerse rounds, if ya made it what it takes to stay paidIm in the tre tre, double low, cause uhGuzzlin dom, twist on my dro, my drugs yoGlistenin arm, rollin platnuim, like my recrodsMy wallet be mad brollick, from queensbridge projectsTo hollies, stay real like calm stockingsHoes lovin the dick, I smother my wristsTo remind me of the days I was nuttin like thisI used to bust a nut on my fists, imaginingIt was some lip, suckin my dickNow Im handcuffin my chicks, yours tooLayin back, gettin the or-alIn the back with the 4 too, zeroYall better respect black deniro, have ya crew grab for mereoOf ya face with a halo, on ya buildingOn ya block where ya stay yo, in ya career, niggas likeRemember him? yeah, niggas *****ed with escoThe emporer, thought I might have passed ya cristYo a nigga pass you piss, made a raw moveNow that niggas ass is his, we the firm baby boysYall some pacifistsKick the facts about real life and death situationsMack with real ice rings, breath tkinSee me floss with whores, double ways and doorsThe crew pa pa, commishoner style and boo za zaGatherin thoughts up inside the 12 bedroom casaLit cigars on the way to see the operaUp in the balcony with the one lensed bin-acularBlack and white tuxes, black hustlers***** wit us, firm business, lets discuss this....Outro: nasWha wha wha, the firmilieL-e-s wha, wha wha whaHa ha, ha ha ha haHa ha, norie, ha haQb, brook-lyn, the donWe run new yorkYa ***** blockin, skinny ugly...*****in...Phoney lookin bald headed, half way...afro ways havinPhoney rhymin...copy cattin fake dick lickin *****esWhats the dealy? uhh
