Nas
Nas - Firm Freestyle lyrics
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(Foxy) uh, uh huh, huh y'all cats ain't ready for the firm uh, dats right, uh, uh huh, brooklyn shit [Foxy Brown] All y'all hoes wanna stop my chips Stare a bitch down when I rock my whips(UH!) Knowin that you hate me on the low, cock glock by dicks Stick me for the ice on my wrists Keeps the chorme fifth, make you so sick Y'all hoes give me honostly no choice but to shit 'Ficially Firm, no extra shit, no suprises No disguses, no Foxes, lil Nases Stictly Fan Fam, AZ, Mega, Na Na, Nas Esco for eva When y'all hoes is in the range ain't no tame to y'all I'm still a young bitch and i'm ashamed of y'all Mad cuz they know no clique claimed to y'all And y'all hoes is like fuck me, the same to y'all (thats right) And I really got no time to play no games with y'all And if I feel like shittin on y'all, I'm namin y'all (UH!) If I'm soundin kinda harsh, please ignore me Not to stop ya rhyme flow, but ya'll makes takes shorty The nerve of y'all hoes tryna gail me And Uhhhh, ya broke bitch, what the fuck ya tryna stale me (Nas) where ya 4X(singing) where ya at nigga? [Nas] Lost to the bosses Rhymes in my mind like these pearls and oysters Jew-els you deal because we bail in porches Of course its the firm, this court is ajourned My thoughts is to burned y'all little nases Middle guises mouthin off I wanna speak to y'all leaders, you bump and smoke cheeba I shoot em in my two seat-a Yo you's the worst clown The Jamie Fox with his first down, first rounds If ya made it when it takes to stay paid I'm in the trade trade in the double-o kuzzle Guzzelin don twist on my dro my drugs yo Glistenin um... rollie platinum like my records My wallet be mad brolick From Queen Bride Projects, the hottest Still real from palm sockets Hoes lovin the dick, I'll smuggle my wrist To remind me of the days when it was nothing like this I used to bust a nut on my fist, imaginin it was some lips, sucking my dick Now I'm handcuffin my chicks, and yours too Layin back gettin the all woo, In the back of the four-two-zero Y'all better respect black DeNiro Have ya crew graph a miro, of ya face with a halo On your building on your block where you stay low End your career, niggas like remember him, yeah Nigga fucked with Esco, the emperor Thought I might have passed you cris Yo a nigga passed you pissed Made the wrong move, now the nigga ass is His We the firm baby boys, y'all surpass to this Keep the facts about real life and death situations Mack with real ice, rings, his breath taken See me floss with whores, jumpin ways and doors The crew papa commisioned out and clue(?) zada(?) Gatherin thoughts up in the 12 bed room casa The cigars on the way to see the opera Up in the balcony with the wineians binocular Black and white tuxes, black hustlers Fuck with us, firm buisness we'll discuss this