Foxy Brown - Hardcore 
[Nas Escobar] 
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