* 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