The Firm - Throw Your Guns - Half-A-Mill lyrics

Y'know, personally, I'm for the paper, as long as we all see doe Yo yo, big boys play for large sums, yeah Even b**hes got their sh** tight Aight, if you're with us, throw your guns up, what the f**? Form a philly, co*k your sh** back and bust You acquired the knowledge, my brainwaves cause riots in college Science scholar in this world of violence and dollars Firm rappin' god from the projects, it ain't hard From medicate cars to platinum cars, my click is that large To get they dick licked and back ma**aged by rich chicks Who rock Versace bras in the drop, watchin' the stars Yo, the conquest is ours, mission accomplished, sh**tin' on Congress Benz whipped with the 6, on this 8 trillion tonnes When I appear reptilians run from affilions Willions [Incomprehensible], like Indians Your style's a dream, we pop Cristal and drive Bentley's in The same streets you can't get a penny in All my real shootout n***as hear me when Half-A-Mil shoot out with Bohemians, calicoes spittin' in n***as splittin' in the same position they sittin' in What sentencin'? We got too much Benjamins We even got triple six I E M plastic currency With [Incomprehensible] Images of Quentin in My n***as lay back We use to pump a G, now we pump 100-K packs Guns aimed at, destroy your whole world like K-mat What part of the game's that? The curse, my hot verse is flame rap Players got the game trapped, I be the king mack All my b**hes mine 'til they bring crack Yo yo, big boys play for large sums Stack up, strategize, watch the cons come It's all a game, even b**hes got their sh** tight On the scene 18, s**in' dick right and sip right If you're with us, throw your guns up What the f**? Form a philly, co*k your sh** back and bust What? From NY to New Orleans, we all fiends Court scenes, flashbacks to kidnaps and fought Cream Guns bussin', stash house out in Flushing Corruption, k**er mental is foul adjustin' Cold nights, handled the streets my whole life Back up off kikes, focus for n***as who lost sight Travel thought wise, beyond light years, way across skies Short i's, so many makin' livin' off lies Anti up, hopin' my new shorty don't stand me up It had me stuck, after this session, I plan to f** Hot pursuit, a real splittin' image of Pop Duke Block lasoo's, paper player part of my roots So what'cha grow, Shelley? I lit his game so sincerely Really, most rap cats couldn't come near me So it's either or Peter pay Paul, you and yours Fools are frost, regulate life through rules and laws Big boys play for large sums Stack up, strategize, watch the cons come It's all a game, even b**hes got their sh** tight On the scene 18, s**in' dick right and sip right If you're with us, throw your guns up, what the f**? Form a philly, co*k your sh** back and bust Firm official, 8-50 I, burnin' pistol, Black Magnum P-I Mack V-I, willie hat, Half beehive, wise guy '95 I, look in my eye, praisin' Allah, project aimin' rod Greatest star Agbar, pushin' a hot car Shark Bar, private engagement, live entertainment I grab mics and I explain it How I went from the brawns to the brainless To the minds of the wise and the famous n***a's wives admire the guy's arrangers Kick off their wedding rings to give head to the king It's just a cheddar thing, amaretta, Armani leather thing We into better things like wettin' the brains Jumpin' outta stretches and minks, crime connected with link Up in the club buyin' drinks, b**hes eyein' the spinks Hustler haters hate us, my guns say, "f** what they think" Once I copped a Hummer this summer with a bu*toned-up mink Big boys play for large sums Stack up, strategize, watch the cons come It's all a game, even b**hes got their sh** tight On the scene 18, s**in' dick right and sip right If you're with us, throw your guns up, what the f**? Form a philly, co*k your sh** back and bust b**hes got their sh** tight If you're with us throw your guns up What the f**? Form a philly, co*k your sh** back and bust