V-Cormega

V - Cormega This is what, this what they want, huh? This is what it's all about What? Time to take affirmative action, son They just don't understand, you know I mean? Niggaz comin' sideways thinkin' stuff is sweet, man You know I mean? Niggaz don't understand the four devils Lust, envy, hate, jealousy Wicked niggaz man Yo, sit back relax catchin' contacts, sip your cognac And let's all wash this money through this laundry mat Sneak attack, a new cat sit back, worth top dollar In fact, touch mines and I'll react like a Rottweiler Who pull the late, we play for high stakes at gunpoint Catch 'em and break, undress 'em, tie 'em with tape, no escape The Corleone, fettucini Capone Roam in your own zone or get kidnapped and clapped in your dome We got it sewn, The Firm, Art Of War is unknown Lower your tone, face it, homicide cases get blown Aristocrats, politickin' daily with diplomats See me, I'm an official mack, Lex Coupe triple black Criminal thoughts in the blue Porsche, my destiny's to be the new boss That ni**a Paulie gotta die, he too soft That ni**a's dead on, a key of heroin, they found his head on The couch with his dick in his mouth, I put the hit out Yo, the smoothest killer since Bugsy, b**ches love me And Queens where my drugs be, I wear Guess jeans and rugbies Yo my people from Medina they will see you When you re-up on your heater, all your cream go betweeen us Real sh*t, my Desert Eagle got a ill grip I chill with, niggaz that hit Dominican spots and steal bricks My red beam, made a dread scream and sprayed a Fed team Corleone be turnin' niggaz to fiends U-Conn's and ninja black Lexus, 'Mega the pretty boy With mafia connections, it's The Firm ni**a set it Yo, my mind is seein' through your design like blind fury I shine jewelry sippi'n on crushed grapes, we lust papes And push cakes inside the casket at just wake It's sickenin', he just finished biddin' upstate And now the projects is talkin' that somebody gotta die sh*t It's logic, as long as it's nobody that's in my clique My man Smoke, know how to expand coke and Mr. Coffee Feds cost me two mill' to get the system off me Life's a b**ch, but God forbid the b**ch divorce me I'll be flooded with ice so hellfire can't scorch me Cuban cigars meetin' Foxy at Demars Movin' cars, your top papi Senor Escobar In the black Camaro Firm deep all my niggaz hail the blackest sparrow Wallabee's be the apparel Through the darkest tunnel, I got visions of multi-millions In the biggest bundle, in the Lex pushed by my ni**a Jungle He money bags got Moet, Sean Don Bundle of sixty-two, they ain't got a clue what we about to do My whole team we shittin' hard like Czar Sosa, Foxy Brown, Cormega and Escobar I keep a fat marquis piece, laced in all the illest snake skin Armani sweaters, Carolina Herrera Be The Firm baby, from BK to the 'Bridge My ni**a Wiz, operation Firm Biz, so what the deal is I keep a phat jewel, sippin' Christies Sittin on top of fifty grand in the Nautica Van, uhh We stay incogni' like all them thug niggaz in Marcy The Gods, they praise Allah with visions of Gandhi Bet it on, my whole crew is Don Juan On Cayman Island with a case of Cristal and Papa Chula spoke Ni**a with them Cubans that snort coke Raw though, an ounce mixed wit' leak that's pure though Flippin' the bigger picture, the bigger ni**a with the cheddar Was mad dripper, he had a f**kin' villa in Manilla We got to flee to Panama, but wait it's half and half Keys is one and two-fifth, so how we flip Thirty-two grams raw, chop it in half, get sixteen, double it times three We got forty-eight, which mean a whole lot of cream Divide the profit by four, subtract it by eight We back to sixteen, now add the other two that 'Mega bringin through So let's see, if we flip this other key Then that's more for me, mad coke and mad leak Plus a five hundred, cut in half is two-fifty Now triple that times three, we got three quarters of another key The Firm baby, volume one, uhh