Текст песни The Firm (Foxy Brown and Nas Escobar) - The Firm Intro *
The Firm (Foxy Brown and Nas Escobar) - The Firm Intro * слова песни
* actual song, not an intro or skitIntro: NasYo check this shit out, this is EscobarOut here chillin` with my nam, DJ ClueYa know what I`m sayin`?, the boss of the bossesKing of the tapesNo doubt, Queens finest yaknawhameanThe boss of the bosses and ya listening to DJ ClueNumber oneuhhh, uh huhUh huh, uhhhYa`ll cats ain`t ready for The FirmCanivin` niggas, that`s rightGet the dough da daUhh, uh huhBrooklyn shitVerse One: Foxy BrownAll ya hoes wanna stop my chipsStare bitches down when I rock my whipsKnowin` that you hate me on the low, pop block my dickStick me for the ice on my whipsKeeps the chrome fifths, make you so sickYa`ll hoes give me honestly, no choice but to chick`Ficially Firm, no extra shitNo surprises, no diguises, no Fox`s, lil` Nas`sStrickly fam fam, AZ, `MegaNa Na, Nas Esco foreverWhile ya`ll hoes is in a rage, ain`t no tamin` ya`llYa still a young bitch, and I`m shamin` ya`llMad cause they know no click plain to ya`llAnd ya`ll hoes is like "fuck me", the same to ya`llYa really ain`t got no time to play games wit` ya`llAnd if I feel like shittin` on ya`ll, I`m namin` ya`llI`m soundin` kind of harsh, please ignore meNot to stop the rhyme flow - but ya`ll mix tapes shorty (uh)Nerve of ya`ll hoes tryin` to gel meAnd 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 yaWhere ya...Where ya at nigga?Verse Two: NasThe boss of the bossesRhymes in my mind like it`s pearls and oystersJewels, you dell, cause we bail in PorschesOf course it`s, The FirmThis court is ajurned, my thoughts is to burnYa`ll lil` Nas`s, middle guys`s, mouthin` offI want to speak to ya leaders, we roll to smoke CheeberI shoot `em in my two seaterYo he`s the worst clown, the Jamie Foxx with his first albumVerse rounds, if ya made it what it takes to stay paidI`m in the tre tre, double low, cause uhGuzzlin` Dom, twist on my `dro, my drugs yoGlistenin` arm, rollin` platnuim, like my recrodsMy wallet be mad brollick, from Queensbridge projectsTo Hollies, stay real like calm stockingsHoes lovin` the dick, I smother my wristsTo remind me of the days I was nuttin` like thisI used to bust a nut on my fists, imaginingIt was some lip, suckin` my dickNow I`m handcuffin` my chicks, yours tooLayin` back, gettin` the or-alIn the back with the 4 too, zeroYa`ll better respect black deniro, have ya crew grab for MereoOf ya face with a halo, on ya buildingOn ya block where ya stay yo, in ya career, niggas like"Remember him?" "yeah", niggas fucked with EscoThe emporer, thought I might have passed ya CristYo a nigga pass you piss, made a raw moveNow that nigga`s ass is his`, we The Firm baby boysYa`ll some PacifistsKick the facts about real life and death situationsMack with real ice rings, breath tkin`See me floss with whores, double ways and doorsThe crew Pa Pa, Commishoner style and boo Za ZaGatherin` thoughts up inside the 12 bedroom casaLit cigars on the way to see the OperaUp in the balcony with the one lensed bin-acularBlack and white tuxes, black hustlersFuck wit` us, Firm Business, let`s discuss this....Outro: NasWha wha wha, The FirmilieL-E-S wha, wha wha whaHa ha, ha ha ha haHa ha, Norie, ha haQB, Brook-lyn, the DonWe run New YorkYa cock blockin`, skinny ugly...fuckin`...Phoney lookin` bald headed, half way...afro ways havin`Phoney rhymin`...copy cattin` fake dick lickin` bitchesWhat`s the dealy? uhh