What?
 That Firm shit, that Firm shit, what's that?
 What?
 That Firm shit, that Firm shit

 Everyday I'ma 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 short of
 than a dime, rhyme like a crime scene reporter
 Thought shorty would lose but the game taught her
 Hoodrat just like Thelma, James' daughter
 Killer 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
 Cancoon, Mexico, X-and-O
 Bracelets got all, along with gold
 Now it's platinum rings, songs is sold
 Hot from the jumpstart, let the game 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 sucked
 Smoke the chocolate, trick my chicks up
 Pass 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 shit, that Firm shit

 [Foxy Brown]
 FIRM, NIGGA WHAT? Get my twat licked
 Never love a trick, get him for his chips
 Fuck him and his dick, nigga where the six?
 He actin like a bitch, he should've known this
 Got the stone the wrist, I ain't no bonin this
 Bomb ass shit, I could play with my shit

 [Nas Escobar]
 Rap niggas, capitalise, stock figures
 Cognac is that liquor
 Got me all numbed out, now I'm in the street with the guns out
 Niggas better take me home, 'fore I dumbs out
 Might fuck around, lay somethin down
 wit mad niggas out here to see that shit
 We that click, runnin shit up in New Yick
 all the way down to Hicktown, layin it down

 [Foxy Brown]
 Fox be the classiest, the sassiest
 The clubs, all thugs grab my wrists, offer me moselle Crist
 More of the shit to hold you with
 Keep hatin I'ma fold your bitch
 Should've known to control that chick, hoes mad cos I roll the 6
 Doe full of ices, black Isis
 Sidewalk, my niggas stay fuckin your girl
 The rest be, hoes in stretch jeans with red seams
 Take it from me, let a nigga dream
 Make em lick that, get the cat for his cream

 Chorus (x2)

 [Foxy Brown]
 It's about time I reverse that
 Bitches 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 niggas 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, sweets every weekend
 Spendin my doe, I coulda spent that on hydro
 You ain't slick enough, think I don't know

 [Foxy Brown]
 Dumb ass, think I slept on your bum ass
 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 shit, that Firm shit

 Interlude:

 Can't get enough, oooooh oooooh, oooooh oooohooooh
 [Nas] That Firm shit, that Firm shit

 Chorus (x3)

 Interlude to fade