Hardcore-The Firm

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