Chris "The Glove" Taylor - Firm Fiasco lyrics

[Intro One: Nas Escobar] As far back as I can remember, I always wanted to be in the Firm I can remember when I first met Sosa, it was a glorious time There were wise guys everywhere, we were around Twenty one, twenty two at the time Yeah every place we go, every party People would stop and stare when we walked in We would give the doorman a hundred dollars just for opening the door Sosa would give the bartender two hundred dollars Just for keeping the ice cold Yeah we were legends.. and we still are legends [Verse One: AZ the Vizuliza] Two hundred fallen angels, we ballin from every angle Heavy bag gold, Panamanian chains dangle Let's tangle, tabernacles, Elohim's coming at you f** parables, a billion years B.C., originally black Jews Cashews honey now roasted, let's k** the culprit He owe us sh**, toe toe toe with that four four bit f** the ho sh**, mercury back tax the birth of me Personally I existed when Earth was in need, indeed Human lifeform transformed from light storms, protons Electrons nuetrons, iced long Nights long, reptilians, I'll see ya'll in the next millenium What world are we really in, amphibians moved to the Carribean Underwater force, placed under the court of law Usually sport Warlaw, my mind stay core raw Fill of Ambience, love fine carats and cars that launch Nonchalant, usually there are Jimmies up in the palms Play low style, Guteians change my whole profile Left the dope pile, bet the guard be around for awhile Firm Islamic, hit the croner of the Earth just like a comet [Intro Two: AZ the Vizuliza] See I like Esco, he knew everybody and everybody knew him He was the type of guy who rooted for the bad guys in the movies But hey [Verse Two: Nas Escobar] Die for this Firm, live for this Firm n***as learn, nothing should come before your fam From ki's to ported grams, these are corners in the blue van E's upon on us, cause of warrants While we smoke hash cheese enormous, stack cheese Travel the world like Taurus, went half with Sosa for four bricks Down in Camden, we handlin' to D.C Chips on fights with China White's by they tight PP Wanting PC but all they get is good dick or four clips For loose lips, by the jungle flips s** the pearl tongue juices, off your fly misses Take her out to the Spark's steakhouse, gentleman style Coincidental, family's here, meet fem fatale, French connection Persian wet don, let's get this "F" on The Ebony queen, Fox you grab my left arm Dre made it QB to Compton, BK and so on Family strong, Consigliere Nature Makin sure we all get this millionaire's paper What a sweet site for sour eyes, may we all rise Hope for now on we never cross sides [Veres Three: Foxy Brown] You know what, most hoes would have left these cats a long time ago I mean if your man gave you a gun to hide, what would ya'll hoes do? But you know, the sh** kinda turned me on Black Madonna, hoes k** for they popals Never seen a b**h like this, queen misses Rock BDS's on the left wrists, trick check this Respect this, Firm's n***as lie knee deep in this b**h Wanna need b**h and have my p**y bleed, swear for 'em f** and take the chair for 'em, whoever dare cross us The thoughts that thoughts across a b**h's minds, pops the nine Leave 'em resting in peices, while my thorough b**hes peep this d**h before dishonor, screw me on the dick-a Lace me in Gabanna, peep dat, think I'm flippin' on these three cats Set yo clown a** right up with my down a** b**h to hold the cash and G's, stash the guns for 'em And the icedy E bikini, breathe the the sun for 'em Long dick style, swallow the enemies cum for 'em Pretty a** ho, b**hes f** 'em and I dumb on 'em When Nas pop the Crist, Fox cops the fifth Make my doe up for OZ's, now hoes that's real uhhh