Intro: Nas
 Yo check this shit out, this is Escobar
 Out here chillin' with my nam, DJ Clue
 Ya know what I'm sayin'?, the boss of the bosses
 King of the tapes
 No doubt, Queens finest yaknawhamean
 The boss of the bosses and ya listening to DJ Clue
 Number one
 uhhh, uh huh
 Uh huh, uhhh
 Ya'll cats ain't ready for The Firm
 Canivin' niggas, that's right
 Get the dough da da
 Uhh, uh huh
 Brooklyn shit
 Verse One: Foxy Brown
 All ya hoes wanna stop my chips
 Stare bitches down when I rock my whips
 Knowin' that you hate me on the low, pop block my dick
 Stick me for the ice on my whips
 Keeps the chrome fifths, make you so sick
 Ya'll hoes give me honestly, no choice but to chick
 'Ficially Firm, no extra shit
 No surprises, no diguises, no Fox's, lil' Nas's
 Strickly fam fam, AZ, 'Mega
 Na Na, Nas Esco forever
 While ya'll hoes is in a rage, ain't no tamin' ya'll
 Ya still a young bitch, and I'm shamin' ya'll
 Mad cause they know no click plain to ya'll
 And ya'll hoes is like "fuck me", the same to ya'll
 Ya really ain't got no time to play games wit' ya'll
 And if I feel like shittin' on ya'll, I'm namin' ya'll
 I'm soundin' kind of harsh, please ignore me
 Not to stop the rhyme flow - but ya'll mix tapes shorty (uh)
 Nerve of ya'll hoes tryin' to gel me
 And 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 ya
 Where ya...
 Where ya at nigga?
 Verse Two: Nas
 The boss of the bosses
 Rhymes in my mind like it's pearls and oysters
 Jewels, you dell, cause we bail in Porsches
 Of course it's, The Firm
 This court is ajurned, my thoughts is to burn
 Ya'll lil' Nas's, middle guys's, mouthin' off
 I want to speak to ya leaders, we roll to smoke Cheeber
 I shoot 'em in my two seater
 Yo he's the worst clown, the Jamie Foxx with his first album
 Verse rounds, if ya made it what it takes to stay paid
 I'm in the tre tre, double low, cause uh
 Guzzlin' Dom, twist on my 'dro, my drugs yo
 Glistenin' arm, rollin' platnuim, like my recrods
 My wallet be mad brollick, from Queensbridge projects
 To Hollies, stay real like calm stockings
 Hoes lovin' the dick, I smother my wrists
 To remind me of the days I was nuttin' like this
 I used to bust a nut on my fists, imagining
 It was some lip, suckin' my dick
 Now I'm handcuffin' my chicks, yours too
 Layin' back, gettin' the or-al
 In the back with the 4 too, zero
 Ya'll better respect black deniro, have ya crew grab for Mereo
 Of ya face with a halo, on ya building
 On ya block where ya stay yo, in ya career, niggas like
 "Remember him?" "yeah", niggas fucked with Esco
 The emporer, thought I might have passed ya Crist
 Yo a nigga pass you piss, made a raw move
 Now that nigga's ass is his', we The Firm baby boys
 Ya'll some Pacifists
 Kick the facts about real life and death situations
 Mack with real ice rings, breath tkin'
 See me floss with whores, double ways and doors
 The crew Pa Pa, Commishoner style and boo Za Za
 Gatherin' thoughts up inside the 12 bedroom casa
 Lit cigars on the way to see the Opera
 Up in the balcony with the one lensed bin-acular
 Black and white tuxes, black hustlers
 Fuck wit' us, Firm Business, let's discuss this....
 Outro: Nas
 Wha wha wha, The Firmilie
 L-E-S wha, wha wha wha
 Ha ha, ha ha ha ha
 Ha ha, Norie, ha ha
 QB, Brook-lyn, the Don
 We run New York
 Ya cock blockin', skinny ugly...fuckin'...
 Phoney lookin' bald headed, half way...afro ways havin'
 Phoney rhymin'...copy cattin' fake dick lickin' bitches
 What's the dealy? uhh