The Firm Hardcore Lyrics

[Nas Escobar]
What?
That Firm sh*t, that Firm sh*t, what's that?
What?
That Firm sh*t, that Firm sh*t
Everyday I'ma polli bout, who's the best hotty out?
And will they ever let Gotti out?
Am I real? Feel free to try me out
Guaranteed eternally, you signin out
I only bang quarters, not a thing short of
than a dime, rhyme like a crime scene reporter
Thought shorty would lose but the game taught her
Hoodrat just like Thelma, James' daughter
Killer put you on, got you laced in Bucon
Bledest stone, where the place you call home?
[Foxy Brown]
Brooklyn girl, plotted then I took the world
You know the whole drill, Na Na so Ill
Make mills and escro, decimals
Cancoon, Mexico, X-and-O
Bracelets got all, along with gold
Now it's platinum rings, songs is sold
Hot from the jumpstart, let the game spark
Thriller, will I shot to the top of the charts
[Nas Escobar]
Head honcho, cat Esco
Push everything from the Coupe to the Fo'
Never love a ho, get my d___ sucked
Smoke the chocolate, trick my chicks up
Pass all the ki's to mami, whip it up
Fox get the B's, Bonnie live it up
Chorus: (x2)
Your love, so good
You deserve some hardcore
[Nas] That Firm sh*t, that Firm sh*t
[Foxy Brown]
FIRM, n____ WHAT? Get my t___ licked
Never love a trick, get him for his chips
f**k him and his d___, n____ where the six?
He actin like a b*tch, he should've known this
Got the stone the wrist, I ain't no bonin this
Bomb a__ sh*t, I could play with my sh*t
[Nas Escobar]
Rap n____s, capitalise, stock figures
Cognac is that liquor
Got me all numbed out, now I'm in the street with the guns out
n____s better take me home, 'fore I dumbs out
Might f**k around, lay somethin down
wit mad n____s out here to see that sh*t
We that click, runnin sh*t up in New Yick
all the way down to Hicktown, layin it down
[Foxy Brown]
Fox be the classiest, the sassiest
The clubs, all thugs grab my wrists, offer me moselle Crist
More of the sh*t to hold you with
Keep hatin I'ma fold your b*tch
Should've known to control that chick, hoes mad cos I roll the 6
Doe full of ices, black Isis
Sidewalk, my n____s stay f**kin your girl
The rest be, hoes in stretch jeans with red seams
Take it from me, let a n____ dream
Make em lick that, get the cat for his cream
Chorus (x2)
[Foxy Brown]
It's about time I reverse that
b*tches learn game, rehearse that
It ain't no love, ma remember that
Ya hoes wanna slap while I got him on his back
tryin to hurt that
[Nas Escobar]
Think you're grown, half the n____s sittin at home
watchin the kids, while you're gettin it on
I'm too smart for that, caught you creepin
Receipts in your Prada bag, sweets every weekend
Spendin my doe, I coulda spent that on hydro
You ain't slick enough, think I don't know
[Foxy Brown]
Dumb a__, think I slept on your b__ a__
Knew the whole stee bout a chip like me
Did it on G-P, let you eat me
Couldn't freak me, I'm better off with TV
[Nas] That Firm sh*t, that Firm sh*t
Interlude:
Can't get enough, oooooh oooooh, oooooh oooohooooh
[Nas] That Firm sh*t, that Firm sh*t
Chorus (x3)
Interlude to fade