Trackmasters - Affirmative Action II lyrics

[Foxy Brown] Check it, uhh Protect this, n***a for the necklace I throw the d**h wish; the pretty slim s** sh** The rep this, remember Fox said this We on some next sh**, we are blessed this The scares on our backs mean we met this To lie for 'em The 25 sentence to keep my eyes on 'em I'm straight, knowing when Allah's shine on 'em sh**ty d** and drama, opposite three pretty thugs and a don momma Filling the rest, the steel in their chest When Boogs threw the kiss of d**h, it was over And we laid out, chill I was open off the way he ate out It was real, fo'real I was f**ing with mills and he was frag-ile We wyling, the brown stallion Stay styling, on the low fouling The whole Firm wyling, we lucked it I know the trick b**h he f** with, on some duct sh** Heard through the grade that she s**ed it Firm, Sos and Esco, mad loco Fox and Mega for whatever, and through this cheddar We gon' stay family, 'til we fry though The fam will never split even if one of us die though Along with our get go's, we gon' blaze 'til it brick-o's Peep the Ill-Na-Na, sweet taboo The Firm tattoo on the Dada Now tell me what crew hold it down like we do da da? [AZ] 'Til the d**h of this, murderous moves pursue effortless Ice necklace, high priced dressed executives Peep the grammar, slim built, strong stamina Forty-four nickel plate long with the silencer Play for keeps in shut eye you stay sleep sh** remain deep in get shells thrown at ya Range jeep Giuliani sweep got all the kings going up the creek Devil life beers now who's left controlling the streets? No intelligence, strictly slow n***as minds negligence It's evident, Feds vest up, raid ya residence We're all for living, heavyweight Firm division Mind, I check mine. Eating swine is against my religion You know the steez, take aim, co*k and squeeze It's the prophecies, not the philosophies of Socrates Next up? (Yo I believe that's me) Ayo Mega, represent for the family [Cormega] Ayo, the Feds got me in the top ten Cause when my door got knocked in My four-four main co*ked in My sinister mind, shines like a Dillinger Mega exhausted, Babyface crime Emperor Yo, life is based on cultures and creeds And peep the way drug fiends, the thug n***a sees I've seen n***as lined up, handcuffed and tied-up Coke prices rise up when d** supply dry-up The Millennium drives up Rims semi blinds ya eyes temporarily Mind of Mega be heavily armed for felonies Shine you could never see The next fat cat out of NYC It Was Written like ghetto life hieroglyphics Living since my real n***as bailed me out of prison A lot of schemes, cause the narcotics team in Queens Had marked dollars then the knowledge of fiends My dream is the legacy of Montana treasury Fake thugs couldn't even take slugs or bury me [Nas] To all thoroughbreds taking the corners, y'all need to join us Firm's most powerful nation of rap performers High cla**, Generals, Confidence, paying lawyers Swift as Oscar De La Hoya, green beret warriors Fakes I peep them like the J. Kennedy tape In the new with Jew busting all in the face Another word yo, you see through My man built the Sugar Hill from a sweet tooth We all eat, cause I speak truth and educated Black youth, street diploma Teach Greeks and Romans, but the legacy was stolen It's a Firm thing, generally gleam I wrote the theme on how to sell a million While you crabs is mad at your promotion team I roll with the nicest Fox Black ice, pushing Benz without a license Gear tight as vice grips, Nas got 19 wifies Seven shiesty, nine of them pisces Three white meats under tight cheese Wilding, big links is heavy like bricks That you throw on a pit-bull neck's while feeding 'em raw steak It's core take, more cake I take the crown of the so called king of the town and lock it down