[Foxy] uh, uh huh, huh y'all cats ain't ready for the firm
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uh, dats right, uh, uh huh, brooklyn shit
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[Foxy Brown]
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All y'all hoes wanna stop my chips
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Stare a bitch down when I rock my whips (UH!)
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Knowin that you hate me on the low, cock glock by dicks
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Stick me for the ice on my wrists
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Keeps the chorme fifth, make you so sick
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Y'all hoes give me honostly no choice but to shit
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'Ficially Firm, no extra shit, no suprises
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No disguses, no Foxes, lil Nases
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Stictly Fan Fam, AZ, Mega, Na Na, Nas Esco for eva
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When y'all hoes is in the range ain't no tame to y'all
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I'm still a young bitch and i'm ashamed of y'all
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Mad cuz they know no clique claimed to y'all
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And y'all hoes is like fuck me, the same to y'all (thats right)
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And I really got no time to play no games with y'all
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And if I feel like shittin on y'all, I'm namin y'all (UH!)
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If I'm soundin kinda harsh, please ignore me
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Not to stop ya rhyme flow, but ya'll makes takes shorty
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The nerve of y'all hoes tryna gail me
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And Uhhhh, ya broke bitch, what the fuck ya tryna stale me
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[Nas] where ya [4X] [singing] where ya at nigga?
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[Nas]
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Lost to the bosses
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Rhymes in my mind like these pearls and oysters
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Jew-els you deal because we bail in porches
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Of course its the firm, this court is ajourned
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My thoughts is to burned y'all little nases
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Middle guises mouthin off I wanna speak to y'all leaders, you bump and smoke cheeba
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I shoot em in my two seat-a
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Yo you's the worst clown
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The Jamie Fox with his first down, first rounds
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If ya made it when it takes to stay paid
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I'm in the trade trade in the double-o kuzzle
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Guzzelin don twist on my dro my drugs yo
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Glistenin um... rollie platinum like my records
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My wallet be mad brolick
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From Queen Bride Projects, the hottest
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Still real from palm sockets
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Hoes lovin the dick, I'll smuggle my wrist
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To remind me of the days when it was nothing like this
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I used to bust a nut on my fist, imaginin it was some lips, sucking my dick
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Now I'm handcuffin my chicks, and yours too
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Layin back gettin the all woo, In the back of the four-two-zero
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Y'all better respect black DeNiro
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Have ya crew graph a miro, of ya face with a halo
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On your building on your block where you stay low
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End your career, niggas like remember him, yeah
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Nigga fucked with Esco, the emperor
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Thought I might have passed you cris
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Yo a nigga passed you pissed
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Made the wrong move, now the nigga ass is His
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We the firm baby boys, y'all surpass to this
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Keep the facts about real life and death situations
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Mack with real ice, rings, his breath taken
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See me floss with whores, jumpin ways and doors
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The crew papa commisioned out and clue(?) zada(?)
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Gatherin thoughts up in the 12 bed room casa
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The cigars on the way to see the opera
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Up in the balcony with the wineians binocular
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Black and white tuxes, black hustlers
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Fuck with us, firm buisness we'll discuss this
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Firm Freestyle
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The Firm |