The Firm - Hardcore - Nas lyrics

What? That Firm sh**, that Firm sh** 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's daughter k**er put you on, got you laced in Bucon Bledest stone, where the place you call home? 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 gun spark Thriller, will I shot to the top of the charts Head honcho, cat Esco Push everythin' 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 B's, Bonnie live it up Your love, so good You deserve some hardcore That Firm sh**, that Firm sh** Your love, so good You deserve some hardcore That Firm sh**, that Firm sh** Firm, n***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** Rap n***as, capitalize, 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 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, 'cos I roll the six 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 Your love, so good You deserve some hardcore That Firm sh**, that Firm sh** Your love, so good You deserve some hardcore That Firm sh**, that Firm sh** It's about time I reverse that b**hes 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 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 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 That Firm sh**, that Firm sh** Can't get enough That Firm sh**, that Firm sh** Your love, so good You deserve some hardcore That Firm sh**, that Firm sh** Your love, so good You deserve some hardcore That Firm sh**, that Firm sh** Your love, so good You deserve some hardcore That Firm sh**, that Firm sh** Can't get enough That Firm sh**, that Firm sh** Can't get enough