[featuring foxy brown and nas escobar]
Intro: nas
Yo check this shit out, this is escobar
Out here chillinand' with my nam, dj clue
Ya know what iand'm sayinand'?, 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
Yaand'll cats ainand't ready for the firm
Canivinand' niggas, thatand'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
Knowinand' 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
Yaand'll hoes give me honestly, no choice but to chick
and'ficially firm, no extra shit
No surprises, no diguises, no foxand's, liland' nasand's
Strickly fam fam, az, and'mega
Na na, nas esco forever
While yaand'll hoes is in a rage, ainand't no taminand' yaand'll
Ya still a young bitch, and iand'm shaminand' yaand'll
Mad cause they know no click plain to yaand'll
And yaand'll hoes is like andquot;fuck meandquot;, the same to yaand'll
Ya really ainand't got no time to play games witand' yaand'll
And if i feel like shittinand' on yaand'll, iand'm naminand' yaand'll
Iand'm soundinand' kind of harsh, please ignore me
Not to stop the rhyme flow - but yaand'll mix tapes shorty (uh)
Nerve of yaand'll hoes tryinand' to gel me
And uh, ya broke bitch what the fuck ya tryinand' 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 itand's pearls and oysters
Jewels, you dell, cause we bail in porsches
Of course itand's, the firm
This court is ajurned, my thoughts is to burn
Yaand'll liland' nasand's, middle guysand's, mouthinand' off
I want to speak to ya leaders, we roll to smoke cheeber
I shoot and'em in my two seater
Yo heand's the worst clown, the jamie foxx with his first album
Verse rounds, if ya made it what it takes to stay paid
Iand'm in the tre tre, double low, cause uh
Guzzlinand' dom, twist on my and'dro, my drugs yo
Glisteninand' arm, rollinand' platnuim, like my recrods
My wallet be mad brollick, from queensbridge projects
To hollies, stay real like calm stockings
Hoes lovinand' the dick, i smother my wrists
To remind me of the days i was nuttinand' like this
I used to bust a nut on my fists, imagining
It was some lip, suckinand' my dick
Now iand'm handcuffinand' my chicks, yours too
Layinand' back, gettinand' the or-al
In the back with the 4 too, zero
Yaand'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
andquot;remember him?andquot; andquot;yeahandquot;, 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 niggaand's ass is hisand', we the firm baby boys
Yaand'll some pacifists
Kick the facts about real life and death situations
Mack with real ice rings, breath tkinand'
See me floss with whores, double ways and doors
The crew pa pa, commishoner style and boo za za
Gatherinand' 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 witand' us, firm business, letand'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 blockinand', skinny ugly...fuckinand'...
Phoney lookinand' bald headed, half way...afro ways havinand'
Phoney rhyminand'...copy cattinand' fake dick lickinand' bitches
Whatand's the dealy? uhh
