The Firm

The Firm - Phone Tap lyrics

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Nas:
 Yo this Esco, who this
 AZ:
 Whats the dilly
 I just touch grounds down in Philly
 Brought a pound with me
 Feds floatin around silly
 Tryin ta find land
 They suppose ta be in the benz
 Parked in row ten, hard in that slohokwan
 Should of known she was a bitch that we both could of boned
 This post of this loan
 The ass had us both in the zone
 But you know the rules
 Both been schooled by older dues
 I know the Jews
 No time for them thoughts, to much to lose
 Just tryin to vibe to them ho's role with the ride
 Where's your joint Pras
 You know little Dezk gotcha eyes
 Nas:
 In the cut, drop Z ok the tops up
 Left the mall bought little Amo the toy truck
 Your boy's what, three years old know correct
 He and my daughter's age neck and neck
 They furtures set
 In the background's a old cassette
 Fly Stephanie Mills shit
 Whats the deal with all this shit I'm hearin up top
 You got arrested, shot affair, one with a cop
 That ain't ya stee, you usually low key with no T
 I'm only goin on for what some weak bitch told me
 AZ:
 That's some ill shit
 Hear that bitch go with a click
 Nas:
 Dun I'll hit you right back cause the static is stick
 Guy Speaking in spanish
 Chorus(Dr.Dre):
 We got you phone tap
 What you gonna do
 Cause sooner or later will have your whole crew
 All we need now is the right word or two to make all it stick like
 glue
 Then you threw
 We got you phone tap
 What you gonna do
 Cause sooner or later will have your whole crew
 All we need now is the right word or two to make all it stick like
 glue
 We got you
 AZ:
 We just hit the cribo
 I'm cruled up on this pillow
 I'm still low, hold this ill news these niggas killed more
 The shit touched me
 Tryin ta chill, just lit a dutche from a while back
 Same foul cats who tryed to bust me
 Caught em' sleeppin
 A spanish harlem with some portoricans
 Up in washington heights right off the decan
 Feel owful speakin for some vians that feels the phone tap
 Along with gats left with a vest to watch my own back
 Nas:
 Keep your eyes open
 Stay wide, shit is mind blowin
 Look for any sign showin, one time is knowin
 About the dynasty, shit is not minor leauges no more
 Cats bleed in this cold war
 Some we took an oath, then this life took us both
 We rich now, milk the whole cow, split the growth
 Now I'm on the car doin, headlights on
 Fluid in the windsheild wipes gone
 This lifes scarmed
 Its formin in the sky
 You comin home tomorrow, will you drive or will you fly
 hold up my other side
 Nature:
 Yo son some other cats tried to rulin our plans
 Sendin to decoy bitches with pictures of you and ya man
 Askin ya where abouts
 I gave them no leads
 For all the nigga know them ho's fuck with the police
 Nas:
 No shit I'm clickin over
 I'ma tell Sosa quick son
 Them outer state bitches tryin to get us both hit
 That was Nate, he hit me last night late while in my ho's stomach
 Said it's no hundred
 We FBI's most wanted
 So play the low, change ya cloths, pack ya bags
 Watch what you say on this phone, get home fast
 Chrous
 AZ:
 Yo it's all good. I'ma hit you when I touch down tomorrow son. Word.
 Nas:
 Stay on point. Don't even use the phone, just come to my crib yo, word
 up.
 AZ:
 Out
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Language: English

Appearing on: The Album (1997)

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