(holy Matrimony) Letter To The Firm Lyrics - Foxy Brown

[Chorus] 

Uh, I mean damn 

Me and you forever hand in hand 

I'm married to The Firm boo, you got ta understand 

I'll die for em, gimme a chair and then I'll fry for em 

And if I got ta take the stand, I'ma lie for em 

It's me and you, hand in hand 

I'm married to The Firm boo, you got ta understand 

I'll die for em, gimme a chair and then I'll fry for em 

And if I got ta take the stand, I'ma lie for em 

Whattup Firm we got these niggaz cornered, so maintain 

I got the drugs here, a good amounts the bed behind the back stairs 

Like twenty grams plus the caravan 

I left the keys by the safe, erase the phone and flip the license plate 

Got all the phone calls tapes, and all the weights and ice 

to get the dough and the guns, and then we straight 

He had the block locked he knew the spot block 

On some real web shit to get your spot knocked by killer cops 

Tryin to get your sh~t rocked, he don't know, cause all along 

We was plottin to drop on the low, he straight snitch 

He don't know how it go, he saw Nas in all the Lex 

Then a triple GS, foreala, I kinda think he got a 

feeling I'm squealing me and Tone was on the phone 

Probably thinkin we dealin this bug, make sure Un got all the guns 

His man Son had the whole mob of arsons runnin through Parsons 

[Chorus] 

Check it peep the plot, so when I beep him y'all be creepin 

Cormega know the spot, diminish him, 'Mega finish him 

We power, the whole team shinin through like Ma rule 

Worse come to worse we got shorties layin on forty-first 

They want The Firm som'in awful, to tax som'in 

The way we style have a nigga tryin to blast som'in 

I guess the way we politic em probably got the niggaz 

I know they layin like "Damn, we got ta stick them niggaz" 

In due time, they probably see the Apple sour 

and once, we takin over, they'll realize The World is Ours 

The faggot niggaz don't deserve bein CREAM 

A bunch of snitches on the same team, tryin to reign supreme 

Brooklyn Queens thing, we lionhearted never dear departed I mean 

You're f~ckin with Scarlett O'Hara 

Desert em like Sahara, shit you never heard The Firm strictly murderous 

Gun is out punana, The Firm's First Lady organizer 

[Chorus] 

The General, soak time, my partner in crime, Nas and 'Mega 

Gon' cry together, sh~t get real, we gon' die together 

I'm like whatever for my team through the cheddah 

through the CREAM we gonna stay together, it's Doe or Die 

Through the slanted eyes, I organize family style 

Lady Godiva, forever Firm Fox Boogie never lonely 

We were wed in Holy Matrimony, whatever 

Whichever, however, uhh, Firm style 

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