| * actual song not an intro or skit | |
| Intro：nas | |
| Yo check this s**t 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 one | |
| Uhhh uh huh | |
| Uh huh uhhh | |
| Y'all cats ain't ready for the firm | |
| Canivin' n***as that's right | |
| Get the dough da da | |
| Uhh uh huh | |
| Brooklyn s**t | |
| Verse one：foxy brown | |
| All ya h*es wanna stop my chips | |
| Stare b***hes down when I rock my whips | |
| Knowin' that you hate me on the low pop block my d**k | |
| Stick me for the ice on my whips | |
| Keeps the chrome fifths make you so sick | |
| Y'all h*es give me honestly no choice but to chick | |
| 'Ficially firm no extra s**t | |
| No surprises no diguises no fox's lil' nas's | |
| Strickly fam fam az 'mega | |
| Na na nas esco forever | |
| While y'all h*es is in a rage ain't no tamin' ya'll | |
| Ya still a young b***h and I'm shamin' ya'll | |
| Mad cause they know no click plain to ya'll | |
| And y'all h*es is like f**k me the same to ya'll | |
| Ya really ain't got no time to play games wit' ya'll | |
| And if I feel like s**ttin' on ya'll I'm namin' ya'll | |
| I'm soundin' kind of harsh please ignore me | |
| Not to stop the rhyme flow but y'all mix tapes shorty | |
| Uh | |
| Nerve of y'all h*es tryin' to gel me | |
| And uh ya broke b***h what the f**k ya tryin' to tell me | |
| Nas | |
| Where ya where ya where ya where ya where ya where ya | |
| Where ya | |
| Where ya at n***a | |
| 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 | |
| Y'all 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 d**gs yo | |
| Glistenin' arm rollin' platnuim like my recrods | |
| My wallet be mad brollick from queensbridge projects | |
| To hollies stay real like calm stockings | |
| H*es lovin' the d**k 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 d**k | |
| Now I'm handcuffin' my chicks yours too | |
| Layin' back gettin' the or al | |
| In the back with the 4 too zero | |
| Y'all 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 n***as like | |
| Remember him yeah n***as f**ked with esco | |
| The emporer thought I might have passed ya crist | |
| Yo a n***a pass you piss made a raw move | |
| Now that n***a's a*s is his' we the firm baby boys | |
| Y'all 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 | |
| F**k wit' us firm business let's discuss this | |
| Outro：nas | |
| Wha 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 f**kin' | |
| Phoney lookin' bald headed half way afro ways havin' | |
| Phoney rhymin' copy cattin' fake d**k lickin' b***hes | |
| What's the dealy uhh |
| actual song not an intro or skit | |
| Intro: nas | |
| Yo check this s t 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 one | |
| Uhhh uh huh | |
| Uh huh uhhh | |
| Y' all cats ain' t ready for the firm | |
| Canivin' n as that' s right | |
| Get the dough da da | |
| Uhh uh huh | |
| Brooklyn s t | |
| Verse one: foxy brown | |
| All ya h es wanna stop my chips | |
| Stare b hes down when I rock my whips | |
| Knowin' that you hate me on the low pop block my d k | |
| Stick me for the ice on my whips | |
| Keeps the chrome fifths make you so sick | |
| Y' all h es give me honestly no choice but to chick | |
| ' Ficially firm no extra s t | |
| No surprises no diguises no fox' s lil' nas' s | |
| Strickly fam fam az ' mega | |
| Na na nas esco forever | |
| While y' all h es is in a rage ain' t no tamin' ya' ll | |
| Ya still a young b h and I' m shamin' ya' ll | |
| Mad cause they know no click plain to ya' ll | |
| And y' all h es is like f k me the same to ya' ll | |
| Ya really ain' t got no time to play games wit' ya' ll | |
| And if I feel like s ttin' on ya' ll I' m namin' ya' ll | |
| I' m soundin' kind of harsh please ignore me | |
| Not to stop the rhyme flow but y' all mix tapes shorty | |
| Uh | |
| Nerve of y' all h es tryin' to gel me | |
| And uh ya broke b h what the f k ya tryin' to tell me | |
| Nas | |
| Where ya where ya where ya where ya where ya where ya | |
| Where ya | |
| Where ya at n a | |
| 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 | |
| Y' all 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 d gs yo | |
| Glistenin' arm rollin' platnuim like my recrods | |
| My wallet be mad brollick from queensbridge projects | |
| To hollies stay real like calm stockings | |
| H es lovin' the d k 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 d k | |
| Now I' m handcuffin' my chicks yours too | |
| Layin' back gettin' the or al | |
| In the back with the 4 too zero | |
| Y' all 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 n as like | |
| Remember him yeah n as f ked with esco | |
| The emporer thought I might have passed ya crist | |
| Yo a n a pass you piss made a raw move | |
| Now that n a' s a s is his' we the firm baby boys | |
| Y' all 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 | |
| F k wit' us firm business let' s discuss this | |
| Outro: nas | |
| Wha 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 f kin' | |
| Phoney lookin' bald headed half way afro ways havin' | |
| Phoney rhymin' copy cattin' fake d k lickin' b hes | |
| What' s the dealy uhh |
| actual song not an intro or skit | |
| Intro: nas | |
| Yo check this s t 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 one | |
| Uhhh uh huh | |
| Uh huh uhhh | |
| Y' all cats ain' t ready for the firm | |
| Canivin' n as that' s right | |
| Get the dough da da | |
| Uhh uh huh | |
| Brooklyn s t | |
| Verse one: foxy brown | |
| All ya h es wanna stop my chips | |
| Stare b hes down when I rock my whips | |
| Knowin' that you hate me on the low pop block my d k | |
| Stick me for the ice on my whips | |
| Keeps the chrome fifths make you so sick | |
| Y' all h es give me honestly no choice but to chick | |
| ' Ficially firm no extra s t | |
| No surprises no diguises no fox' s lil' nas' s | |
| Strickly fam fam az ' mega | |
| Na na nas esco forever | |
| While y' all h es is in a rage ain' t no tamin' ya' ll | |
| Ya still a young b h and I' m shamin' ya' ll | |
| Mad cause they know no click plain to ya' ll | |
| And y' all h es is like f k me the same to ya' ll | |
| Ya really ain' t got no time to play games wit' ya' ll | |
| And if I feel like s ttin' on ya' ll I' m namin' ya' ll | |
| I' m soundin' kind of harsh please ignore me | |
| Not to stop the rhyme flow but y' all mix tapes shorty | |
| Uh | |
| Nerve of y' all h es tryin' to gel me | |
| And uh ya broke b h what the f k ya tryin' to tell me | |
| Nas | |
| Where ya where ya where ya where ya where ya where ya | |
| Where ya | |
| Where ya at n a | |
| 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 | |
| Y' all 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 d gs yo | |
| Glistenin' arm rollin' platnuim like my recrods | |
| My wallet be mad brollick from queensbridge projects | |
| To hollies stay real like calm stockings | |
| H es lovin' the d k 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 d k | |
| Now I' m handcuffin' my chicks yours too | |
| Layin' back gettin' the or al | |
| In the back with the 4 too zero | |
| Y' all 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 n as like | |
| Remember him yeah n as f ked with esco | |
| The emporer thought I might have passed ya crist | |
| Yo a n a pass you piss made a raw move | |
| Now that n a' s a s is his' we the firm baby boys | |
| Y' all 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 | |
| F k wit' us firm business let' s discuss this | |
| Outro: nas | |
| Wha 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 f kin' | |
| Phoney lookin' bald headed half way afro ways havin' | |
| Phoney rhymin' copy cattin' fake d k lickin' b hes | |
| What' s the dealy uhh |
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