Hardcore Lyrics - Singles - The Firm

What? That Firm shit, that Firm shit 

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's daughter 

Killer put you on, got you laced in Bucon 

Bledest stone, where the place you call home? 

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 gun spark 

Thriller, will I shot to the top of the charts 

Head honcho, cat Esco 

Push everythin' 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 B's, Bonnie live it up 

Your love, so good 

You deserve some hardcore 

That Firm shit, that Firm shit 

Your love, so good 

You deserve some hardcore 

That Firm shit, that Firm shit 

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 

Rap niggas, capitalize, 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 

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, 'cos I roll the six 

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 

Your love, so good 

You deserve some hardcore 

That Firm shit, that Firm shit 

Your love, so good 

You deserve some hardcore 

That Firm shit, that Firm shit 

It's about time I reverse that 

Bitches 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 

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 

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 

That Firm shit, that Firm shit 

Can't get enough 

That Firm shit, that Firm shit 

Your love, so good 

You deserve some hardcore 

That Firm shit, that Firm shit 

Your love, so good 

You deserve some hardcore 

That Firm shit, that Firm shit 

Your love, so good 

You deserve some hardcore 

That Firm shit, that Firm shit 

Can't get enough 

That Firm shit, that Firm shit 

Can't get enough