featuring AZ Foxy Brown and Cormega



Intro: AZ



This is what...this is what they want

This is what it is all about

Word time to take affirmative action son

Niggaz just don't understand

Niggaz comin sideways thinking somethin sweet

Niggaz don't understand the four devils:

Lust envy hate jealosy

Wicked niggaz



Verse One: AZ



You sit back relax catching contacts sip your cognac

And let's all wash this money through this laundry mat

Sneak attack, a new cat is back worth top dollar

In fact touch mines and I'll react like a Rottweiler

Who pull the late, we play for high stakes at gun point

Catch 'em and break undress 'em tie 'em with tape, no escape

The corleone fettucini capone room in your won zone

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 politician daily with diplomats

See me I'm an official mack lex coup tripple black



Verse Two: Cormega



Criminal thoughts in the blue porsche

My destiny is to be the new boss

my nigga pauly got a die he's too soft

That nigga is dead on

A key of heroin

They found his head on

The couch with his dick in his mouth

I put the hit out

Yo, the smoothest killas since bugsy

Bitches love me

And Queens where my drugs be

I wear guess jeans and rugbies

Yo my people from medina they will see you

When you're up on your heater all your cream go betweeen us

Real shit

My dearest eagle got an ill grip

I chill with

Niggas that hit Dominican spots and steal bricks

My reb beam, made a Dread scream

And sprayed fed team

Co be turnin' niggas to fiends

Ukon and ninja block lixius

Mega the pretty boy

With mafia connections its the firm nigga

Set in



Verse Three: Nas



Yo, my mind is seeing through design like blind fury

I shine jewelry sippin' on crusted grapes

We lust papes and push cakes inside the casket at just's wake

It's sickening, he just just finish bidding upstate

And now the projects is talking that somebody gotta die shit

It's logic, as long as it is nobody that's in my clique

My man smoke know how to expand coke

And mr. coffee

Feds cost me 2 mil to get the system off me

Life's a bitch but God forbid the bitch divorse me

I be flooded with ice or hell fire kid scorch me

Cuban cigars meetin Foxxy at the mars, movin' cars

Your top pockets Sr. Escobar



Verse Four: Foxxy Brown



In the black camaro

Firm deep all my niggas hail the black esparo

Wallabees be the apparel

Throughout the Darkest tunnels

I got visions of multimillions in the biggest bundle

In the lex pushed by my nigga Jungle

Money bags got moet shan dor bundle

In 62 they ain't clue what we about to do

My whole team we shittin' hard like czar

Sosa, Foxxy Brown, Cormega and Escobar

I keep a phat marquis piece

Laced in all the illest snake skin

Armani sweaters carolina herarra

Be the firm baby, from BK to the bridge

My nigga wiz operation firm biz, so what the deal is

I keep a phat jewel sippin Crist-ies

Sittin on top of 50 grand in Nautica Van, uh!

We stay incogni like all the thug niggas in mosey

The gods they precise allah with visions of Gandhi

Bet it on

My whole crew is Don Juan

On Cayman Islands with a case of Cristal

Papa chula spoke, nigga with them cubans that snort coke

Raw though, an ounce mixed wit leak that's pure though

Flippin the bigger picture

The bigga nigga with the cheddar

Was mad jipper, he had a fucker villa in manilla

We got the fleet of Panama

But wait it's half and half

Keys is one and 2/5 is how we flip

32 grams raw chopped in half get 16

Double it times 3 we got 48 which mean a whole lot of cream

Divide the prophet by 4 subtract it by 8

We back to 16, now add the other two tha mega bringin through

So let 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 3

We got three-fourths of another key

The Firm baby, volume one uh