[Produced by Dave Atkinson & Trackmasters]
[Intro: AZ]
This is what, this what they want huh
This is what it's all about
Time to take Affirmative Action son
They just don't understand, you kna'mean
n***as coming sideways thinking stuff is sweet man
n***as don't understand the four devils; lust, envy, hate, jealousy
Wicked n***as, man
Yo sit back, relax, catch ya contact, sip your con-gi-ac
And let's all wash this money through this laundry mat
Sneak attack the new cats in rap, worth top dollar
In fact touch mine's and I'll react like a Rottweiler
[Verse 1: AZ]
Who could relate, we play for high stakes at gunpoint
Catch em and break, undress em, tie em with tape no escape
The Corleone, fettuccine Capone
Roam in your own zone or get kidnapped and clapped in your dome
We got it sewn, The Firm art of war is unknown
Lower your tone, face it homicide cases get blown
Aristocrats, politickin daily with diplomats
See me I'm an official mack, Lex Coupe triple black
[Verse 2: Cormega]
Criminal thoughts in the blue Porsche
My destiny's to be the new boss
That n***a Paulie gotta die, he too soft
That n***a's dead on, a key of her-oin
They found his head on the couch with his dick in his mouth
I put the hit out
Yo, the smoothest k**er since Bugsy, b**hes love me
And Queens where my d** be, I wear Guess jeans and rugbies
Yo, my people from Medina they will see you
When you re-up bring your heater all your cream go between us
Real sh**, my Desert Eagle got a ill grip
I chill with n***as that hit Dominican spots and steal bricks
My red beam, made a dread scream and sprayed a Fed team
Corleone be turning n***as to fiends
Yukons and ninja black Lexus
Mega the pretty boy, with mafia connections
It's The Firm n***a set it
[Verse 3: Nas]
Yo, my mind is seeing through your design like blind fury
I shine j**elry sipping on crushed grapes, we lust papes
And push cakes inside the casket at Just wake
It's sickening, he just finished bidding upstate
And now the projects is talking that somebody gotta die sh**
It's logic as long as it's nobody that's in my clique
My man Smoke know how to expand coke in Mr. Coffee
Feds cost me two mill' to get the system off me
Life's a b**h but God-forbid the b**h divorce me
I'll be flooded with ice so hell fire can't scorch me
Cuban cigars meeting Foxy at the Mosque
Moving cars, your top papi Señor Escobar
[Verse 4: Foxy Brown]
In the black Camaro
Firm deep, all my n***as hail the blackest sparrow
Wallabee's be the apparel
Through the darkest tunnel
I got visions of multi millions in the biggest bundle
In the Lex pushed by my n***a Jungle
E Money bags got Moet Chandon
Bundle of sixty-two
They ain't got a clue what we about to do
My whole team, we sh**ting hard like Czar
Sosa, Foxy Brown, Cormega and Escobar
I keep a fat marquess piece
Laced in all the illest snake skin
Armani sweaters, Carolina Herrera
Be The Firm baby, from BK to the Bridge
My n***a Wiz
Operation Firm Biz
So what the deal is
I keep a phat j**-el, sipping Crist-ies
Sitting on top of fifty grand in the Nautica Van
We stay incogni' like all them thug n***as in Marcy
The Gods they praise Allah with visions of Gandhi
Bet it on my whole crew is Don Juan
On Cayman Island with a case of Cristal and Baba Shallah spoke
n***a with them Cubans that snort coke, raw though
An ounce mixed with leak that's pure though
Flipping the bigger picture
The bigger n***a with the cheddar
Was mad dripper
He had a f**ing villa in Manilla
We got to flee to Panama but wait it's half-and-half
Keys is one and two-fifth, so how we flip
Thirty-two grams raw, chop it in half
Get sixteen, double it times three
We got forty-eight, which mean a whole lot of cream
Divide the profit by four, subtract it by eight
We back to sixteen now add the other two that Mega bringing through
So let's see, if we flip this other key
Then that's more for me, mad coke and mad leak
Plus a five hundred cut in half is two-fifty
Now triple that times three
We got three quarters of another ki
The Firm baby, volume one