Phone Tap (Intro)-The Firm

Phone Tap (Intro) - The Firm Nas: Yo this Esco, who this? AZ: What's the dilly? I just touch grounds down in Philly Brought a pound with me Feds floatin' around silly Tryin' ta find land They suppose ta be in the benz Parked in row ten, hard in that slohokwan Should of known she was a b**ch that we both could of boned This post of this loan The a** had us both in the zone But you know the rules Both been schooled by older dues I know the Jews No time for them thoughts, to much to lose Just tryin to vibe to them ho's role with the ride Where's your joint Pras You know little Dezk gotcha eyes Nas: In the cut, drop Z ok the tops up Left the mall bought little Amo the toy truck Your boy's what, three years old know correct Here my daughter Ase neck in neck They futures set Trees got me wet in the backgrounds of oak set Fly steppin' they mail sh*t What's the deal with all this sh*t I'm hearin up top You got arrested, shot affair, one with a cop That ain't ya stee, you usually low key with no t I'm only goin on for what some weak b**ch told me AZ: That's some ill sh*t Hear that b**ch go with a click Nas: Dun I'll hit you right back cause the static is stick Guy Speaking in Spanish Chorus (Dr.Dre): We got you phone tap What you gonna do Cause sooner or later will have your whole crew All we need now is the right word or two to make all it stick like glue Then you threw We got you phone tap What you gonna do Cause sooner or later will have your whole crew All we need now is the right word or two to make all it stick like glue We got you AZ: We just hit the cribo I'm curled up on this pillow I'm still low, hold this ill news these niggas killed more The sh*t touched me Tryin' ta chill, just lit a dutchie from a while back Same foul cats who tried to bust me Caught em' sleepin' A Spanish Harlem with some Puertoricans Up in Washington heights right off the decan Feel awful speakin' for some vians that feels the phone tap Along with gats left with a vest to watch my own back Nas: Keep your eyes open Stay wide, sh*t is mind blowin' Look for any sign showin', one time is knowin' About the dynasty, sh*t is not minor leagues no more Cats bleed in this cold war Some we took an oath, then this life took us both We rich now, milk the whole cow, split the growth Now I'm on the car doin', headlights on Fluid in the wind sheild wipes gone This life's scarmed Its formin' in the sky You comin' home tomorrow, will you drive or will you fly hold up my other side Nature: Yo son some other cats tried to rulin' our plans Sendin' to decoy b**ches with pictures of you and ya man Askin' ya whereabouts I gave them no leads For all the ni**a know them ho's f**k with the police Nas: No sh*t I'm clickin' over I'm a tell Sosa quick son Them outer state b**ches tryin to get us both hit That was Nate, he hit me last night late while in my ho's stomach Said it's no hundred We FBI's most wanted So play the low, change ya cloths, pack ya bags Watch what you say on this phone, get home fast Chorus AZ: Yo it's all good. I'm a hit you when I touch down tomorrow son. Word. Nas: Stay on point. Don't even use the phone, just come to my crib yo, word up. AZ: Out.