The Firm (US) - Firm Fiasco lyrics

Verse One: Nas Escobar, AZ the Vizuliza As far back as I can remember, I always wanted to be in the Firm I can remember when I first met Sosa, it was a glorious time There were wise guys everywhere, we were around Twenty one, twenty two at the time Yeah every place we go, every party People would stop and stare when we walked in We would give the doorman a hundred dollars just for opening the door Sosa would give the bartender two hundred dollars just for keeping The ice cold, yeah we were legends and we still are Two hundred fallen angels, we balling from every angle Heavy bag gold, panamania changed angle Let's tangle, tabernacles Ill lukiens coming at you, f**k Parus A billion years B.C., originally black Jews Cashews honey now roasted, let's k** the colprate He owe us sh**, toe toe toe with that four four bit F**k the hoe sh**, mercury back tax?birth? for me Personally I existed when Earth was in need, indeed Human life form transformed from light storms, poltroons Electrons neutrons, iced long Nights long, reptilians I'll see ya'll in the next millennium What world are we really in, amphibians moved to the Caribbean Underwater force, placed under the court of law Usually sport Warlaw, my mind stay core raw Fill of ambiance, love fine carats and cars that launch Nonchalant, usually there are Jimmies up in the palms Play low style, Guteians change my whole profile Left the dope pile, bet the guard be around for awhile Firm Islamic, hit the corner of the Earth just like a comet Verse Two: AZ the Vizuliza, Nas Escobar See I like Esco, he knew everybody and everybody knew him He was the type of guy who routed for the bad guys in the movies But hey Die for this Firm, live for this Firm n***as learn, never should come before your fam From ki's to ported grams, these are corners in the blue van E's upon on us, cause of warrants While we smoke hash cheese enormous, stack cheese Travel the world like Taurus, went half with Sosa for four bricks Down in Camden, we handlin' to D.C. Chips on fights with China White's by they tight PP Wanting PC but all they get is good dick or four clips For loose lips, by the jungle flise s** the pearl tongue juices, off you fly misses Take her out to the Spark's steakhouse, gentlemen style Coincidental, family's here Meet fem fatale, French connection Persian wet don, let's get this "F" on The Ebony queen, Fox you grab my left arm Dre made a QB the conton, BK and so on Family strong???? Nature, make sure we all get this millionaire's paper What a sweet site for sour eyes, may we rise Hope for now on we never cross sides Verse Three: Foxy Brown You know what, most hoes would have left these cats a long time ago I mean if your man gave you a gun to hide, what would ya'll hoes do? But you know, the sh** kinda turned me on Black Madonna, hoes k** for they popals Never seen a b**h like this, queen misses Rock BDS's on the left wrists, trick check this Respect this, Firm's n***as lie knee deep in this b**h Wanna need b**h and have my p**y bleed, swear for 'em F**k and take the chair for 'em, whoever dare cross us The thoughts that thoughts across a b**h's minds, pops the nine Leave 'em resting in pieces, while my thorough b**hes peep this d**h before decid-a, screw me on the dick-a Lace me in Gabanna, peep dat Think I'm flippin' on these three cats, Set yo clown a** right up with my down a** b**h to hold the cash and G's, stash the guns for 'em And the icedy E Berkee, breathe the the sun for 'em Long dick style, swallow the enemies cum for 'em Pretty a** hoe, b**hes f**k 'em and I dumb on 'em When Nas pop the Crist, Fox cops the fifth Make my doe up for OZ's, now hoes that's real uhhh