Suprême NTM - Affirmative Action lyrics

[Produced by Dave Atkinson & Trackmasters] [Intro: AZ] This is what, this what they want huh This is what it's all about Time to take Affirmative Action son They just don't understand, you kna'mean n***as coming sideways thinking stuff is sweet man n***as don't understand the four devils; lust, envy, hate, jealousy Wicked n***as, man Yo sit back, relax, catch ya contact, sip your con-gi-ac And let's all wash this money through this laundry mat Sneak attack the new cats in rap, worth top dollar In fact touch mine's and I'll react like a Rottweiler [Verse 1: AZ] Who could relate, we play for high stakes at gunpoint Catch em and break, undress em, tie em with tape no escape The Corleone, fettuccine Capone Roam in your own zone or get kidnapped and clapped in your dome We got it sewn, The Firm art of war is unknown Lower your tone, face it homicide cases get blown Aristocrats, politickin daily with diplomats See me I'm an official mack, Lex Coupe triple black [Verse 2: Cormega] Criminal thoughts in the blue Porsche My destiny's to be the new boss That n***a Paulie gotta die, he too soft That n***a's dead on, a key of her-oin They found his head on the couch with his dick in his mouth I put the hit out Yo, the smoothest k**er since Bugsy, b**hes love me And Queens where my d** be, I wear Guess jeans and rugbies Yo, my people from Medina they will see you When you re-up bring your heater all your cream go between us Real sh**, my Desert Eagle got a ill grip I chill with n***as that hit Dominican spots and steal bricks My red beam, made a dread scream and sprayed a Fed team Corleone be turning n***as to fiends Yukons and ninja black Lexus Mega the pretty boy, with mafia connections It's The Firm n***a set it [Verse 3: Nas] Yo, my mind is seeing through your design like blind fury I shine j**elry sipping on crushed grapes, we lust papes And push cakes inside the casket at Just wake It's sickening, he just finished bidding upstate And now the projects is talking that somebody gotta die sh** It's logic as long as it's nobody that's in my clique My man Smoke know how to expand coke in Mr. Coffee Feds cost me two mill' to get the system off me Life's a b**h but God-forbid the b**h divorce me I'll be flooded with ice so hell fire can't scorch me Cuban cigars meeting Foxy at the Mosque Moving cars, your top papi Señor Escobar [Verse 4: Foxy Brown] In the black Camaro Firm deep, all my n***as hail the blackest sparrow Wallabee's be the apparel Through the darkest tunnel I got visions of multi millions in the biggest bundle In the Lex pushed by my n***a Jungle E Money bags got Moet Chandon Bundle of sixty-two They ain't got a clue what we about to do My whole team, we sh**ting hard like Czar Sosa, Foxy Brown, Cormega and Escobar I keep a fat marquess piece Laced in all the illest snake skin Armani sweaters, Carolina Herrera Be The Firm baby, from BK to the Bridge My n***a Wiz Operation Firm Biz So what the deal is I keep a phat j**-el, sipping Crist-ies Sitting on top of fifty grand in the Nautica Van We stay incogni' like all them thug n***as in Marcy The Gods they praise Allah with visions of Gandhi Bet it on my whole crew is Don Juan On Cayman Island with a case of Cristal and Baba Shallah spoke n***a with them Cubans that snort coke, raw though An ounce mixed with leak that's pure though Flipping the bigger picture The bigger n***a with the cheddar Was mad dripper He had a f**ing villa in Manilla We got to flee to Panama but wait it's half-and-half Keys is one and two-fifth, so how we flip Thirty-two grams raw, chop it in half Get sixteen, double it times three We got forty-eight, which mean a whole lot of cream Divide the profit by four, subtract it by eight We back to sixteen now add the other two that Mega bringing through So let's see, if we flip this other key Then that's more for me, mad coke and mad leak Plus a five hundred cut in half is two-fifty Now triple that times three We got three quarters of another ki The Firm baby, volume one