Trackmasters - Hardcore lyrics

[Nas Escobar] What? That Firm sh**, that Firm sh**, what's that? What? That Firm sh**, that Firm sh** Everyday I'mma polli bout, who's the best hotty out? And will they ever let Gotti out? Am I real? Feel free to try me out Guaranteed eternally, you signin out I only bang quarters, not a thing shorter Than a dime, rhyme like a crime scene reporter Thought shorty would lose but the game taught her Hoodrat just like Thelma, James' daughter k**er put you on, got you laced in Bucon Bledest stone, where the place you call home? [Foxy Brown] Brooklyn girl, plotted then I took the world You know the whole drill, Na Na so Ill Make mills and escro, decimals Cancun, Mexico, X-and-O Bracelets got all, along with gold Now it's platinum rings, songs is sold Hot from the jumpstart, let the guns spark Thriller, will I shot to the top of the charts [Nas Escobar] Head honcho, cat Esco Push everything from the Coupe to the Fo' Never love a ho, get my dick s**ed Smoke the chocolate, trick my chicks up Pa** all the ki's to mami, whip it up Fox get the B's, Bonnie live it up Chorus: (x2) Your love, so good You deserve some hardcore [Nas] That Firm sh**, that Firm sh** [Foxy Brown] FIRM, ni**a WHAT? Get my twat licked Never love a trick, get him for his chips f** him and his dick, n***a where the six? He actin like a b**h, he should've known this Got the stone the wrist, I ain't no bonin this Bomb a** sh**, I could play with my sh** [Nas Escobar] Rap n***as, capitalise, stack figures Cognac is that liquor Got me all numbed out, now I'm in the street with the guns out n***as better take me home, 'fore I dumbs out Might f** around, lay somethin down Wit mad n***as out here to see that sh** We that click, runnin sh** up in New Yick All the way down to Hicktown, layin it down [Foxy Brown] Fox be the cla**iest, the sa**iest The clubs, all thugs grab my wrists, offer me moselle Crist More of the sh** to hold you with Keep hatin I'mma fold your b**h Should've known to control that chick, hoes mad cos I roll the 6 Doe full of ices, black Isis Sidewalk, my n***as stay f**in your girl The rest be, hoes in stretch jeans with red seams Take it from me, let a n***a dream Make em lick that, get the cat for his cream Chorus (x2) [Foxy Brown] It's about time I reverse that b**hes learn game, rehearse that It ain't no love, ma remember that Ya hoes wanna slap while I got him on his back Tryin to hurt that [Nas Escobar] Think you're grown, half the n***as sittin at home Watchin the kids, while you're gettin it on I'm too smart for that, caught you creepin Receipts in your Prada bag, suites every weekend Spendin my doe, I coulda spent that on hydro You ain't slick enough, think I don't know [Foxy Brown] Dumb a**, think I slept on your bum a** Knew the whole stee bout a chip like me Did it on G-P, let you eat me Couldn't freak me, I'm better off with TV [Nas] That Firm sh**, that Firm sh** Interlude: Can't get enough, oooooh oooooh, oooooh oooohooooh [Nas] That Firm sh**, that Firm sh** Chorus (x3) Interlude to fade