Hardcore Lyrics - Foxy Brown

[Nas Escobar] 

What? 

That Firm shit, that Firm shit, what's that? 

What? 

That Firm shit, that Firm shit 

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 dick sucked 

Smoke the chocolate, trick my chicks up 

Pass all the ki's to mami, whip it up 

Fox get the be 's, Bonnie live it up 

Chorus: (x2) 

Your love, so good 

You deserve some hardcore 

[Nas] That Firm shit, that Firm shit 

[Foxy Brown] 

FIRM, NIGGA WHAT? Get my twat licked 

Never love a trick, get him for his chips 

Fuck him and his dick, nigga where the six? 

He actin like a bitch, he should've known this 

Got the stone the wrist, I ain't no bonin this 

Bomb ass shit, I could play with my shit 

[Nas Escobar] 

Rap niggas, capitalise, stock figures 

Cognac is that liquor 

Got me all numbed out, now I'm in the street with the guns out 

Niggas better take me home, 'fore I dumbs out 

Might fuck around, lay somethin down 

wit mad niggas out here to see that shit 

We that click, runnin shit 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 shit to hold you with 

Keep hatin I'ma fold your bitch 

Should've known to control that chick, hoes mad 'cause I roll the 6 

Doe full of ices, black Isis 

Sidewalk, my niggas stay fuckin your girl 

The rest be, hoes in stretch jeans with red seams 

Take it from me, let a nigga dream 

Make em lick that, get the cat for his cream 

Chorus (x2) 

[Foxy Brown] 

It's about time I reverse that 

Bitches learn game, rehearse that 

It ain't no love, ma remember that 

Ya hoes want to slap while I got him on his back 

tryin to hurt that 

[Nas Escobar] 

Think you're grown, half the niggas 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 ass, think I slept on your bum ass 

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 shit, that Firm shit 

Interlude: 

Can't get enough, oooooh oooooh, oooooh oooohooooh 

[Nas] That Firm shit, that Firm shit 

Chorus (x3) 

Interlude to fade