[Intro: Movie Sample] "They can get to anyone, anywhere"
"Drugs, gambling, prostitution, all cash, all moved off-shore And 30% of their clients are legitimate I wouldn't break this Firm When that happens, you're gonna go to jail like the rest of 'em It'll happen someday, believe me Your life as you know is over"
[Verse 2: Nas] I'd die for my niggas Stick you for pies and lie for my niggas Plead guilty, get the chair and fry for my niggas It's essential that we all is A-Alike in mental We've been through life, cold blood, livin' sinful Though we learned from old thugs that made it Peeped how they played it, we rated and evaluated Calculated the ages we be, the days we see Chips freely, beyond whips and TV's Stock bonds, loot flipped the CD's But niggas hate to see you on top They'd rather be you, what not I keep the Desert Eagle pump cocked Spot the vic' in this guy quick, why pop shit? My niggas leave you shot quick in a hop skip Specialize in fly shit VS on my breath while niggas gossip on the Thai stick I'm on some 'Doe or Die' shit
[Verse 3: Foxy Brown] Ill Na-na capo, The Firm, team Gestapo 36 moves, 37 ways, triple days, triple pays Na-na, Fox Boogie, Firm mama Conniver, the Lady Godiva or Scarlet whichever O'Hara The hazardous, we laced the Lazarus Drippin' Gambinana, behind the liner, three Na-na's From head to toe, laced up in Gabbana With Sosa chip, the 4.6 Range Rover to Villanova From Castilino to Colombo, Foxy Brown, papa Beyond figures, boo, I'll die for my nigga's Rollie The Firm controlee, they chop ki's to clock G's Rock crocky's and drop three's and cop 3's
[Verse 4: AZ] Check my lingo, and all the white ice that make my rings glow I've seen doe, got a dime wife from San Domingo Face it — it's mathematics basics, far from fake shit My mind is sacred, my skin shines like a Cuban bracelet Egyptian Pharaoh, potent ganja used to get me paro Now I inhale from gunshots through my double barrel Beneath the ground is how the sound travel, so what have you? Keep in mind — Feds won't stop until they grab you Used to bust guns, now it's just stocks and trust funds G's and CD's so my seed can soon touch some The foulness I once provoked is now behind me It's gonna take more than sellin' coke now to blind me It had me thinkin', "I gotta kill to keep from sinkin'" That con way of life that keep live niggas from Lincoln I saw it comin', that's why I slowed down from dumbin' Most of my crew is runnin', can't even afford the summons
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Left-over from the 1997 The Firm – The Album. Produced by Trackmasters. First appeared on Foxy’s “I’ll Be” single in 1996.
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