(Intro) Movie Sample
"They can get to anyone, anywhere."
"Drugs, gambling, prostitution, all cash, all moved off shore
And 30% of their clients are legitiment
I wouldn't break this Firm
When that happens you're gonna go to jail like the rest of them
It'll happen someday believe me
Your life as you know it is over."
[Cormega]
Ayo, guns and roses, sons and soldiers
Drug game, c**aine, Ac's and Range Rovers
Snakes plan up ways to set their own man up
For grams when they bag up Cristal White
At night pistols might lift you like heat seeking missiles
Streets tempt you, police out to get you
Cause n***as you ran with got knocked and snitched too
Your b**h knew the time you faced
You didn't hide the safe
Now she's f**ing in your fly estate
By the fireplace, my shine stay laced
Mind original, Firm La Familia, organized criminal's boy
You just a hand to hand soldier, I'm a general
One way ticket to hell is what I'm sending you
Yo, your idiot rookie cops know my props go high
Like Himalayan mountains
Mega bouncing in the Z-3, counting up G's with no doubt son
[Nas]
I'll die for my n***as
Stick you for pies and lie for my n***as
Plead guilty, get the chair and fry for my n***as
It's essential that we all as they are like and mental
We've been through life, cold blood living sinful
Though we learn from old thugs that made it
Peeped how they've played it
We rated and evaluated, calculated the ages we be
The days we see, chips freely, beyond whips and TV's
Stock bonds, loot flipped the CD's
But n***as hate to see you on top
They'd rather be you what not
I keep the desert eagle up on co*k
Spot the victories got quick, why pop sh**?
My n***as leave you shot quick in a hop skip
Specialize in fly sh**
VS on my breath while n***as gossip on the tactics
I'm on some 'Doe or Die' sh**
[Foxy Brown]
Ill Nana capo, the Firm team Gestapo
36 moves, 37 ways triple days
Triple pays Nana, Fox boogy Firm mama
Kniver the lady cadaver or scarlet whichever O'Hara
The hazardous we laced the Lazarus
Dripping Gambinana, behind the liner
Three niners, from head to toe laced up in Gabbana
With Sosa chip, the 4.6 Range Rover to Villanova
From Castilino to Columbo, Foxy Brown papa
Beyond figures boo, I'll die for my n***a's rollie
The Firm controlee, they chop ki's to clock G's
Rock crocky's and drop three's and cop 3's
[AZ]
Check my lingo and all the white ice that make my rings glow
I've seen doe, got a dime wife from Santo Domingo
Face it, its mathematics, basics far from fake sh**
My mind is sacred, my skin shine like a Cuban bracelet
Egyptian Pharaoh, potent ganja use to get me paro/paranoid
Now I inhale from gun shots, through my double barrel
Beneath the ground is how the sound travel
So what have you, keep the minds
FEDS not stopping 'til they grab you
Use to bust guns, now into stocks and trust funds
G's and CD's so my seed could soon touch some
The foulness, I once provoke, it's now behind me
Its gon' to take more than selling coke now to buy me
You have me thinking; I gotta k** to keep from sinking
That con way of life; that keeps live n***as from Lincoln
I saw it coming, that's why I slowed down from dumping
Most of my crew is running, can't even afford a summons