[Featuring Foxy Brown And Nas Escobar]

Intro: Nas

Yo check this shit out, this is Escobar

Out here chillin' with my nam, DJ Clue

Ya know what I'm sayin'?, the boss of the bosses

King of the tapes

No doubt, Queens finest yaknawhamean

The boss of the bosses and ya listening to DJ Clue

Number one

uhhh, uh huh

Uh huh, uhhh

Ya'll cats ain't ready for The Firm

Canivin' niggas, that's right

Get the dough da da

Uhh, uh huh

Brooklyn shit

Verse One: Foxy Brown

All ya hoes wanna stop my chips

Stare bitches down when I rock my whips

Knowin' that you hate me on the low, pop block my dick

Stick me for the ice on my whips

Keeps the chrome fifths, make you so sick

Ya'll hoes give me honestly, no choice but to chick

'Ficially Firm, no extra shit

No surprises, no diguises, no Fox's, lil' Nas's

Strickly fam fam, AZ, 'Mega

Na Na, Nas Esco forever

While ya'll hoes is in a rage, ain't no tamin' ya'll

Ya still a young bitch, and I'm shamin' ya'll

Mad cause they know no click plain to ya'll

And ya'll hoes is like