[Nas Escobar]
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What?
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That Firm shit, that Firm shit, what's that?
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What?
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That Firm shit, that Firm shit
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Everyday I'ma polli bout, who's the best hotty out?
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And will they ever let Gotti out?
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Am I real? Feel free to try me out
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Guaranteed eternally, you signin out
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I only bang quarters, not a thing short of
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than a dime, rhyme like a crime scene reporter
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Thought shorty would lose but the game taught her
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Hoodrat just like Thelma, James' daughter
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Killer put you on, got you laced in Bucon
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Bledest stone, where the place you call home?
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[Foxy Brown]
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Brooklyn girl, plotted then I took the world
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You know the whole drill, Na Na so Ill
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Make mills and escro, decimals
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Cancoon, Mexico, X-and-O
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Bracelets got all, along with gold
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Now it's platinum rings, songs is sold
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Hot from the jumpstart, let the game spark
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Thriller, will I shot to the top of the charts
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[Nas Escobar]
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Head honcho, cat Esco
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Push everything from the Coupe to the Fo'
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Never love a ho, get my dick sucked
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Smoke the chocolate, trick my chicks up
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Pass all the ki's to mami, whip it up
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Fox get the B's, Bonnie live it up
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Chorus: (x2)
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Your love, so good
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You deserve some hardcore
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[Nas] That Firm shit, that Firm shit
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[Foxy Brown]
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FIRM, NIGGA WHAT? Get my twat licked
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Never love a trick, get him for his chips
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Fuck him and his dick, nigga where the six?
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He actin like a bitch, he should've known this
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Got the stone the wrist, I ain't no bonin this
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Bomb ass shit, I could play with my shit
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[Nas Escobar]
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Rap niggas, capitalise, stock figures
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Cognac is that liquor
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Got me all numbed out, now I'm in the street with the guns out
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Niggas better take me home, 'fore I dumbs out
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Might fuck around, lay somethin down
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wit mad niggas out here to see that shit
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We that click, runnin shit up in New Yick
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all the way down to Hicktown, layin it down
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[Foxy Brown]
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Fox be the classiest, the sassiest
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The clubs, all thugs grab my wrists, offer me moselle Crist
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More of the shit to hold you with
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Keep hatin I'ma fold your bitch
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Should've known to control that chick, hoes mad cos I roll the 6
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Doe full of ices, black Isis
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Sidewalk, my niggas stay fuckin your girl
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The rest be, hoes in stretch jeans with red seams
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Take it from me, let a nigga dream
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Make em lick that, get the cat for his cream
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Chorus (x2)
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[Foxy Brown]
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It's about time I reverse that
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Bitches learn game, rehearse that
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It ain't no love, ma remember that
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Ya hoes wanna slap while I got him on his back
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tryin to hurt that
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[Nas Escobar]
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Think you're grown, half the niggas sittin at home
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watchin the kids, while you're gettin it on
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I'm too smart for that, caught you creepin
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Receipts in your Prada bag, sweets every weekend
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Spendin my doe, I coulda spent that on hydro
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You ain't slick enough, think I don't know
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[Foxy Brown]
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Dumb ass, think I slept on your bum ass
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Knew the whole stee bout a chip like me
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Did it on G-P, let you eat me
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Couldn't freak me, I'm better off with TV
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[Nas] That Firm shit, that Firm shit
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Interlude:
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Can't get enough, oooooh oooooh, oooooh oooohooooh
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[Nas] That Firm shit, that Firm shit
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Chorus (x3)
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Interlude to fade
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Hardcore
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| Foxy Brown |
