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actual* song not, an intro or skit Intro Nas: Yo check this shit out this, is Escobar Out here chillin' with my nam DJ, Clue Ya know what I'm sayin' the?, boss of the bosses King of the tapes No doubt Queens, finest yaknawhamean The boss of the bosses and ya listening to DJ Clue Number one Uhhh uh, huh Uh huh uhhh, Ya'll cats ain't ready for The Firm Canivin' niggas that's, right Get the dough da da Uhh uh, huh Brooklyn shit Verse One Foxy: Brown All ya hoes wanna stop my chips Stare bitches down when I rock my whips Knowin' that you hate me on the low pop, block my dick Stick me for the ice on my whips Keeps the chrome fifths make, you so sick Ya'll hoes give me honestly no, choice but to chick 'Ficially Firm no, extra shit No surprises no, diguises no, Fox's lil', Nas's Strickly fam fam AZ, 'Mega, Na Na Nas, Esco forever While ya'll hoes is in a rage ain't, no tamin' ya'll Ya still a young bitch and, I'm shamin' ya'll Mad cause they know no click plain to ya'll And ya'll hoes is like "fuck me" the, same to ya'll Ya really ain't got no time to play games wit' ya'll And if I feel like shittin' on ya'll I'm, namin' ya'll I'm soundin' kind of harsh please, ignore me Not to stop the rhyme flow - but ya'll mix tapes shorty (uh) Nerve of ya'll hoes tryin' to gel me And uh ya, broke bitch what the fuck ya tryin' to tell me Chorus? (Nas) Where ya where ya where ya where ya where ya where ya Where ya Where... ya at nigga Verse? Two Nas: The boss of the bosses Rhymes in my mind like it's pearls and oysters Jewels you, dell cause, we bail in Porsches Of course it's The, Firm This court is ajurned my, thoughts is to burn Ya'll lil' Nas's middle, guys's mouthin', off I want to speak to ya leaders we, roll to smoke Cheeber I shoot 'em in my two seater Yo he's the worst clown the, Jamie Foxx with his first album Verse rounds if, ya made it what it takes to stay paid I'm in the tre tre double, low cause, uh Guzzlin' Dom twist, on my 'dro my, drugs yo Glistenin' arm rollin', platnuim like, my recrods My wallet be mad brollick from, Queensbridge projects To Hollies stay, real like calm stockings Hoes lovin' the dick I, smother my wrists To remind me of the days I was nuttin' like this I used to bust a nut on my fists imagining, It was some lip suckin', my dick Now I'm handcuffin' my chicks yours, too Layin' back gettin', the or-al In the back with the 4 too zero, Ya'll better respect black deniro have, ya crew grab for Mereo Of ya face with a halo on, ya building On ya block where ya stay yo in, ya career niggas, like "Remember him "?"yeah" niggas, fucked with Esco The emporer thought, I might have passed ya Crist Yo a nigga pass you piss made, a raw move Now that nigga's ass is his' we, The Firm baby boys Ya'll some Pacifists Kick the facts about real life and death situations Mack with real ice rings breath, tkin' See me floss with whores double, ways and doors The crew Pa Pa Commishoner, style and boo Za Za Gatherin' thoughts up inside the 12 bedroom casa Lit cigars on the way to see the Opera Up in the balcony with the one lensed bin-acular Black and white tuxes black, hustlers Fuck wit' us Firm, Business let's, discuss this Outro.... Nas: Wha wha wha The, Firmilie L-E-S wha wha, wha wha Ha ha ha, ha ha ha Ha ha Norie, ha, ha QB Brook-lyn, the, Don We run New York Ya cock blockin' skinny, ugly fuckin'...Phoney... lookin' bald headed half, way afro...ways havin' Phoney rhymin' copy...cattin' fake dick lickin' bitches What's the dealy uhh?
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