The Firm Intro * Lyrics - The Firm

* 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 I'm 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 

Ya'll cats ain't ready for The Firm 

Canivin' niggas, that's 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 

Ya'll hoes give me honestly, no choice but to chick 

'Ficially Firm, no extra shit 

No surprises, no diguises, no Fox's, lil' Nas's 

Strickly fam fam, AZ, 'Mega 

Na Na, Nas Esco forever 

While ya'll hoes is in a rage, ain't no tamin' ya'll 

Ya still a young bitch, and I'm shamin' ya'll 

Mad cause they know no click plain to ya'll 

And ya'll hoes is like "fuck me", the same to ya'll 

Ya really ain't got no time to play games wit' ya'll 

And if I feel like shittin' on ya'll, I'm namin' ya'll 

I'm soundin' kind of harsh, please ignore me 

Not to stop the rhyme flow - but ya'll mix tapes shorty (uh) 

Nerve of ya'll 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 it's pearls and oysters 

Jewels, you dell, cause we bail in Porsches 

Of course it's, The Firm 

This court is ajurned, my thoughts is to burn 

Ya'll lil' Nas's, middle guys's, mouthin' off 

I want to speak to ya leaders, we roll to smoke Cheeber 

I shoot 'em in my two seater 

Yo he's the worst clown, the Jamie Foxx with his first album 

Verse rounds, if ya made it what it takes to stay paid 

I'm 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 I'm handcuffin' my chicks, yours too 

Layin' back, gettin' the or-al 

In the back with the 4 too, zero 

Ya'll 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 nigga's ass is his', we The Firm baby boys 

Ya'll 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, let's 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 

What's the dealy? uhh