Verse One: Nas Escobar, AZ the Vizuliza
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As far back as I can remember, I always wanted to be in the Firm
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I can remember when I first met Sosa, it was a glorious time
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There were wise guys everywhere, we were around
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Twenty one, twenty two at the time
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Yeah every place we go, every party
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People would stop and stare when we walked in
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We would give the doorman a hundred dollars just for opening the door
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Sosa would give the bartender two hundred dollars just for keeping
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The ice cold, yeah we were legends and we still are
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Two hundred fallen angels, we balling from every angle
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Heavy bag gold, panamania changed angle
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Let's tangle, tabernacles
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Ill lukiens coming at you, fuck Parus
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A billion years B.C., originally black Jews
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Cashsews honey now roasted, let's kill the colprate
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He owe us shit, toe toe toe with that four four bit
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Fuck the hoe shit, mercury back tax ?birth? for me
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Personally I existed when Earth was in need, indeed
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Human lifeform transformed from light storms, poltrons
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Electrons nuetrons, iced long
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Nights long, repltilaians I'll see ya'll in the next millenium
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What world are we really in, amphibians moved to the Carribean
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Underwater force, placed under the court of law
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Usually sport Warlaw, my mind stay core raw
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Fill of ambiants, love fine carats and cars that launch
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Nonchalaunt, usually there are Jimmies up in the palms
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Play low style, Guteians change my whole profile
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Left the dope pile, bet the guard be around for awhile
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Firm Islamic, hit the croner of the Earth just like a comet
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Verse Two: AZ the Vizuliza, Nas Escobar
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See I like Esco, he knew everybody and everybody knew him
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He was the type of guy who routed for the bad guys in the movies
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But hey
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Die for this Firm, live for this Firm
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Niggas learn, never should come before your fam
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From ki's to ported grams, these are corners in the blue van
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E's upon on us, cause of warrants
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While we smoke hash cheese enormous, stack cheese
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Travel the world like Taurus, went half with Sosa for four bricks
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Down in Camdon, we handlin' to D.C.
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Chips on fights with China White's by they tight PP
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Wanting PC but all they get is good dick or four clips
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For loose lips, by the jungle flise
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Suck the pearl tongue juices, off you fly misses
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Take her out to the Spark's stakehouse, gentelmen style
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Coincidental, family's here
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Meet fem fatale, French connection
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Persian wet don, let's get this "F" on
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The Ebony queen, Fox you grab my left arm
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Dre made a QB the conton, BK and so on
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Family strong ???? Nature, make sure we all get this millionaire's paper
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What a sweet site for sour eyes, may we rise
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Hope for now on we never cross sides
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Veres Three: Foxy Brown
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You know what, most hoes would have left these cats a long time ago
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I mean if your man gave you a gun to hide, what would ya'll hoes do?
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But you know, the shit kinda turned me on
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Black Madonna, hoes kill for they popals
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Never seen a bitch like this, queen misses
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Rock BDS's on the left wrists, trick check this
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Respect this, Firm's niggas lie knee deep in this bitch
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Wanna need bitch and have my pussy bleed, swear for 'em
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Fuck and take the chair for 'em, whoever dare cross us
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The thoughts that thoughts across a bitch's minds, pops the nine
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Leave 'em resting in peices, while my thorough bitches peep this
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Death before decid-a, screw me on the dick-a
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Lace me in Gabanna, peep dat
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Think I'm flippin' on these three cats,
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Set yo clown ass right up with my down ass
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Bitch to hold the cash and G's, stash the guns for 'em
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And the icedy E Berkee, breathe the the sun for 'em
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Long dick style, swallow the enemies cum for 'em
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Pretty ass hoe, bitches fuck 'em and I dumb on 'em
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When Nas pop the Crist, Fox cops the fifth
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Make my doe up for OZ's, now hoes that's real uhhh
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Firm Fiasco
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