[Nas Escobar]
What?
That Firm sh**, that Firm sh**, what's that?
What?
That Firm sh**, that Firm sh**
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
k**er 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 s**ed
Smoke the chocolate, trick my chicks up
Pa** all the ki's to mami, whip it up
Fox get the be 's, Bonnie live it up
Chorus: (x2)
Your love, so good
You deserve some hardcore
[Nas] That Firm sh**, that Firm sh**
[Foxy Brown]
FIRM, ni**a WHAT? Get my twat licked
Never love a trick, get him for his chips
f** him and his dick, n***a where the six?
He actin like a b**h, he should've known this
Got the stone the wrist, I ain't no bonin this
Bomb a** sh**, I could play with my sh**
[Nas Escobar]
Rap n***as, capitalise, stock figures
Cognac is that liquor
Got me all numbed out, now I'm in the street with the guns out
n***as better take me home, 'fore I dumbs out
Might f** around, lay somethin down
wit mad n***as out here to see that sh**
We that click, runnin sh** up in New Yick
all the way down to Hicktown, layin it down
[Foxy Brown]
Fox be the cla**iest, the sa**iest
The clubs, all thugs grab my wrists, offer me moselle Crist
More of the sh** to hold you with
Keep hatin I'ma fold your b**h
Should've known to control that chick, hoes mad 'cause I roll the 6
Doe full of ices, black Isis
Sidewalk, my n***as stay f**in your girl
The rest be, hoes in stretch jeans with red seams
Take it from me, let a n***a dream
Make em lick that, get the cat for his cream
Chorus (x2)
[Foxy Brown]
It's about time I reverse that
b**hes learn game, rehearse that
It ain't no love, ma remember that
Ya hoes want to slap while I got him on his back
tryin to hurt that
[Nas Escobar]
Think you're grown, half the n***as 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**, that Firm sh**
Interlude:
Can't get enough, oooooh oooooh, oooooh oooohooooh
[Nas] That Firm sh**, that Firm sh**
Chorus (x3)
Interlude to fade