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Intro: AZ |
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This is what... this what they want huh? |
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This is what it's all about.. |
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What? Time to take Affirmative Action son |
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They just don't understand, youknowImean? |
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Niggaz comin sideways thinkin stuff is sweet man |
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Yknahmean? |
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Niggaz don't understand the four devils: |
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Lust.. Envy.. Hate.. Jealousy |
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Wicked niggaz man |
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[AZ the Visualiza] |
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Yo, sit back relax catchin contacts, sip your cog-nac |
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And let's all wash this money through this laundry mat |
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Sneak attack, a new cat sit back, worth top dollar |
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In fact, touch mines, and I'll react like a Rottweiler |
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Who pull the late, we play for high stakes at gunpoint |
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Catch em and break, undress em tie em with tape, no escape |
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The Corleone, fettucini Capone |
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Roam in your own zone or get kidnapped and clapped in your dome |
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We got it sewn, The Firm art of war is unknown |
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Lower your tone, face it, homicide cases get blown |
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Aristocrats, politickin daily with diplomats |
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See me I'm an official mack, Lex Coupe triple black |
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[Cormega] |
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Criminal thoughts in the blue Porsche, my destiny's to be the new boss |
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That nigga Paulie gotta die - he too soft |
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That nigga's dead on, a key of her-oin, they found his head on |
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the couch with his dick in his mouth, I put the hit out |
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Yo, the smoothest killer since Bugsy, bitches love me |
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And Queens where my drugs be, I wear Guess jeans and rugbies |
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Yo my people from Medina they will see you |
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when you re-up on your heater all your cream go betweeen us |
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Real shit, my Desert Eagle got a ill grip |
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I chill with, niggaz that hit Dominican spots and steal bricks |
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My red beam, made a dread scream, and sprayed a Fed team |
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Corleone be turnin niggaz to fiends |
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U-Conn's and ninja black Lexus, 'Mega the pretty boy |
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with mafia connections it's The Firm nigga set it |
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[Nas] |
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Yo, my mind is seein through your design like blind fury |
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I shine jewelry sippin on crushed grapes, we lust papes |
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and push cakes inside the casket at Just wake |
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It's sickenin, he just finished biddin upstate |
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And now the projects, is talkin that somebody gotta die shit |
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It's logic, as long as it's nobody that's in my clique |
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My man Smoke, know how to expand coke, and Mr. Coffee |
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Feds cost me two mill' to get the system off me |
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"Life's a Bitch," but God-forbid the bitch to boss me |
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I'll be flooded with ice so hellfire can't scorch me |
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Cuban cigars meetin Foxy at Demars |
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Movin cars, your top papi Senor Escobar |
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[Foxy Brown] |
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In the black Camaro |
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Firm deep all my niggaz hail the blackest sparrow |
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Wallabee's be the apparel |
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Through the darkest tunnel, I got visions of multimillions |
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in the biggest bundle, in the Lex pushed by my nigga Jungle |
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He money bags got Moet, Chandon |
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Bundle of sixty-two, they ain't got a clue what we about to do |
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My whole team we shittin hard like Czar |
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Sosa, Foxy Brown, Cormega, and Escobar |
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I keep a fat marquis piece, laced in all the illest snake skin |
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Armani sweaters Carolina Hebrera |
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Be The Firm baby, from BK to the 'Bridge |
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My nigga Wiz, operation Firm Biz, so what the deal is |
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I keep a phat jew-el, sippin Crist-ies |
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Sittin on top of fifty grand in the Nautica Van, uhh! |
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We stay incogni' like all them thug niggaz in Marcy |
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The Gods, they praise Allah with visions of Gandhi |
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Bet it on, my whole crew is Don Juan |
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On Cayman Island with a case of Cristal and Papa Chula spoke |
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Nigga with them Cubans that snort coke |
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Raw though, an ounce mixed wit leak that's pure though |
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Flippin the bigger picture, the bigger nigga with the cheddar |
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Was mad dripper, he had a ****in villa in Manilla |
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We got to flee to Panama, but wait it's half and half |
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Keys is one and two-fifth, so how we flip |
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Thirty-two grams raw, chop it in half, get sixteen, double it times three |
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We got forty-eight, which mean a whole lot of cream |
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Divide the profit by four, subtract it by eight |
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We back to sixteen, now add the other two that 'Mega bringin through |
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So let's see, if we flip this other key |
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Then that's more for me, mad coke and mad leak |
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Plus a five hundred, cut in half is two-fifty |
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Now triple that times three, we got three quarters of another key |
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The Firm baby, volume one uhh.. |
