* actual song, not an intro or skit

Intro: nas

Yo check this shit out, this is escobar
Out here chillin with my nam, dj clue
Ya know what Im 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
Yall cats aint ready for the firm
Canivin niggas, thats 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
Yall hoes give me honestly, no choice but to chick
ficially firm, no extra shit
No surprises, no diguises, no foxs, lil nass
Strickly fam fam, az, mega
Na na, nas esco forever
While yall hoes is in a rage, aint no tamin yall
Ya still a young bitch, and Im shamin yall
Mad cause they know no click plain to yall
And yall hoes is like fuck me, the same to yall
Ya really aint got no time to play games wit yall
And if I feel like shittin on yall, Im namin yall
Im soundin kind of harsh, please ignore me
Not to stop the rhyme flow - but yall mix tapes shorty (uh)
Nerve of yall hoes tryin to gel me
And uh, ya broke bitch what the fuck ya tryin to tell me?

Chorus (nas)

Where ya where ya where ya where ya where ya where ya
Where ya...
Where ya at nigga?

Verse two: nas

The boss of the bosses
Rhymes in my mind like its pearls and oysters
Jewels, you dell, cause we bail in porsches
Of course its, the firm
This court is ajurned, my thoughts is to burn
Yall lil nass, middle guyss, mouthin off
I want to speak to ya leaders, we roll to smoke cheeber
I shoot em in my two seater
Yo hes the worst clown, the jamie foxx with his first album
Verse rounds, if ya made it what it takes to stay paid
Im in the tre tre, double low, cause uh
Guzzlin dom, twist on my dro, my drugs yo
Glistenin arm, rollin platnuim, like my recrods
My wallet be mad brollick, from queensbridge projects
To hollies, stay real like calm stockings
Hoes lovin the dick, I smother my wrists
To remind me of the days I was nuttin like this
I used to bust a nut on my fists, imagining
It was some lip, suckin my dick
Now Im handcuffin my chicks, yours too
Layin back, gettin the or-al
In the back with the 4 too, zero
Yall better respect black deniro, have ya crew grab for mereo
Of ya face with a halo, on ya building
On ya block where ya stay yo, in ya career, niggas like
Remember him? yeah, niggas fucked with esco
The emporer, thought I might have passed ya crist
Yo a nigga pass you piss, made a raw move
Now that niggas ass is his, we the firm baby boys
Yall some pacifists
Kick the facts about real life and death situations
Mack with real ice rings, breath tkin
See me floss with whores, double ways and doors
The crew pa pa, commishoner style and boo za za
Gatherin thoughts up inside the 12 bedroom casa
Lit cigars on the way to see the opera
Up in the balcony with the one lensed bin-acular
Black and white tuxes, black hustlers
Fuck wit us, firm business, lets discuss this....

Outro: nas

Wha wha wha, the firmilie
L-e-s wha, wha wha wha
Ha ha, ha ha ha ha
Ha ha, norie, ha ha
Qb, brook-lyn, the don
We run new york
Ya cock blockin, skinny ugly...fuckin...
Phoney lookin bald headed, half way...afro ways havin
Phoney rhymin...copy cattin fake dick lickin bitches
Whats the dealy? uhh

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