The Firm - Throw Your Guns lyrics

Intro: az the visualiza Y'know, personally, i'm for the paper As long as we all see doe (yo yo, big boys play for large sums) yeah, uhuh (even b**hes got their sh** tight) ha ha ha Aight (if you're wit us throw your guns up, what the f**? Form a philly, co*k your sh** back and bust Verse one: half-a-mil 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 ??? ??? 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, calicos 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 ??? 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..... Chorus: az Yo yo, big boys play for large sums Stack up, strategise, 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 wit us throw your guns up, what the f**? Form a philly, co*k your sh** back and bust Verse two: az (aka sosa) 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 men-tal is foul adjustin Cold nights, handled the streets my whole life Back 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 thru rules and laws..... Chorus Verse three: half-a-mil 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 in to 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 Chorus Outro: az the visualiza b**hes got their sh** tight If you're wit us throw your guns up, what the f**? Form a philly, co*k your sh** back and bust