actual* song not, an intro or skit Intro
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
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
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?
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....
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?
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