The Firm

The Firm - Firm Fiasco lyrics

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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
 Two hundred fallen angels, we balling from every angle
 Heavy bag gold, panamania changed angle
 Let's tangle, tabernacles
 Ill lukiens coming at you, fuck Parus
 A billion years B.C., originally black Jews
 Cashsews honey now roasted, let's kill the colprate
 He owe us shit, toe toe toe with that four four bit
 Fuck the hoe shit, mercury back tax ?birth? for me
 Personally I existed when Earth was in need, indeed
 Human lifeform transformed from light storms, poltrons
 Electrons nuetrons, iced long
 Nights long, repltilaians 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 ambiants, love fine carats and cars that launch
 Nonchalaunt, 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
 Verse Two: AZ the Vizuliza, Nas Escobar
 See I like Esco, he knew everybody and everybody knew him
 He was the type of guy who routed for the bad guys in the movies
 But hey
 Die for this Firm, live for this Firm
 Niggas learn, never 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 Camdon, 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 flise
 Suck the pearl tongue juices, off you fly misses
 Take her out to the Spark's stakehouse, gentelmen 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 a QB the conton, BK and so on
 Family strong ???? Nature, make sure we all get this millionaire's
 paper
 What a sweet site for sour eyes, may we 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 shit kinda turned me on
 Black Madonna, hoes kill for they popals
 Never seen a bitch like this, queen misses
 Rock BDS's on the left wrists, trick check this
 Respect this, Firm's niggas lie knee deep in this bitch
 Wanna need bitch and have my pussy bleed, swear for 'em
 Fuck and take the chair for 'em, whoever dare cross us
 The thoughts that thoughts across a bitch's minds, pops the nine
 Leave 'em resting in peices, while my thorough bitches peep this
 Death before decid-a, screw me on the dick-a
 Lace me in Gabanna, peep dat
 Think I'm flippin' on these three cats,
 Set yo clown ass right up with my down ass
 Bitch to hold the cash and G's, stash the guns for 'em
 And the icedy E Berkee, breathe the the sun for 'em
 Long dick style, swallow the enemies cum for 'em
 Pretty ass hoe, bitches fuck '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
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Language: English

Appearing on: The Album (1997)

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