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