[Nas Escobar]
What?
That Firm s***, that Firm s***, what's that?
What?
That Firm s***, that Firm s***
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 d*** 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 s***, that Firm s***
[Foxy Brown]
FIRM, n**** WHAT? Get my t*** licked
Never love a trick, get him for his chips
f*** him and his d***, n**** where the six?
He actin like a b****, he should've known this
Got the stone the wrist, I ain't no bonin this
Bomb a** s***, I could play with my s***
[Nas Escobar]
Rap n*****, capitalise, stock figures
Cognac is that liquor
Got me all numbed out, now I'm in the street with the guns out
n***** better take me home, 'fore I dumbs out
Might f*** around, lay somethin down
wit mad n***** out here to see that s***
We that click, runnin s*** 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 s*** to hold you with
Keep hatin I'ma fold your b****
Should've known to control that chick, hoes mad cos I roll the 6
Doe full of ices, black Isis
Sidewalk, my n***** stay f***** your girl
The rest be, hoes in stretch jeans with red seams
Take it from me, let a n**** dream
Make em lick that, get the cat for his cream
[Chorus x2]
[Foxy Brown]
It's about time I reverse that
b****** 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 n***** 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 a**, think I slept on your b** a**
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 s***, that Firm s***
[Interlude:]
Can't get enough, oooooh oooooh, oooooh oooohooooh
[Nas] That Firm s***, that Firm s***
[Chorus x3]
[Interlude to fade]
What?
That Firm s***, that Firm s***, what's that?
What?
That Firm s***, that Firm s***
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 d*** 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 s***, that Firm s***
[Foxy Brown]
FIRM, n**** WHAT? Get my t*** licked
Never love a trick, get him for his chips
f*** him and his d***, n**** where the six?
He actin like a b****, he should've known this
Got the stone the wrist, I ain't no bonin this
Bomb a** s***, I could play with my s***
[Nas Escobar]
Rap n*****, capitalise, stock figures
Cognac is that liquor
Got me all numbed out, now I'm in the street with the guns out
n***** better take me home, 'fore I dumbs out
Might f*** around, lay somethin down
wit mad n***** out here to see that s***
We that click, runnin s*** 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 s*** to hold you with
Keep hatin I'ma fold your b****
Should've known to control that chick, hoes mad cos I roll the 6
Doe full of ices, black Isis
Sidewalk, my n***** stay f***** your girl
The rest be, hoes in stretch jeans with red seams
Take it from me, let a n**** dream
Make em lick that, get the cat for his cream
[Chorus x2]
[Foxy Brown]
It's about time I reverse that
b****** 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 n***** 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 a**, think I slept on your b** a**
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 s***, that Firm s***
[Interlude:]
Can't get enough, oooooh oooooh, oooooh oooohooooh
[Nas] That Firm s***, that Firm s***
[Chorus x3]
[Interlude to fade]