The Firm - Firm Freestyle lyrics

[Foxy] uh, uh huh, huh y'all cats ain't ready for the firm

uh, dats right, uh, uh huh, brooklyn shit

[Foxy Brown]

All y'all hoes wanna stop my chips

Stare a bitch down when I rock my whips(UH!)

Knowin that you hate me on the low, cock glock by dicks

Stick me for the ice on my wrists

Keeps the chorme fifth, make you so sick

Y'all hoes give me honostly no choice but to shit

'Ficially Firm, no extra shit, no suprises

No disguses, no Foxes, lil Nases

Stictly Fan Fam, AZ, Mega, Na Na, Nas Esco for eva

When y'all hoes is in the range ain't no tame to y'all

I'm still a young bitch and i'm ashamed of y'all

Mad cuz they know no clique claimed to y'all

And y'all hoes is like fuck me, the same to y'all (thats right)

And I really got no time to play no games with y'all

And if I feel like shittin on y'all, I'm namin y'all (UH!)

If I'm soundin kinda harsh, please ignore me

Not to stop ya rhyme flow, but ya'll makes takes shorty

The nerve of y'all hoes tryna gail me

And Uhhhh, ya broke bitch, what the fuck ya tryna stale me

(Nas) where ya 4X(singing) where ya at nigga?

[Nas]

Lost to the bosses

Rhymes in my mind like these pearls and oysters

Jew-els you deal because we bail in porches

Of course its the firm, this court is ajourned

My thoughts is to burned y'all little nases

Middle guises mouthin off I wanna speak to y'all leaders, you bump and smoke cheeba

I shoot em in my two seat-a

Yo you's the worst clown

The Jamie Fox with his first down, first rounds

If ya made it when it takes to stay paid

I'm in the trade trade in the double-o kuzzle

Guzzelin don twist on my dro my drugs yo

Glistenin um... rollie platinum like my records

My wallet be mad brolick

From Queen Bride Projects, the hottest

Still real from palm sockets

Hoes lovin the dick, I'll smuggle my wrist

To remind me of the days when it was nothing like this

I used to bust a nut on my fist, imaginin it was some lips, sucking my dick

Now I'm handcuffin my chicks, and yours too

Layin back gettin the all woo, In the back of the four-two-zero

Y'all better respect black DeNiro

Have ya crew graph a miro, of ya face with a halo

On your building on your block where you stay low

End your career, niggas like remember him, yeah

Nigga fucked with Esco, the emperor

Thought I might have passed you cris

Yo a nigga passed you pissed

Made the wrong move, now the nigga ass is His

We the firm baby boys, y'all surpass to this

Keep the facts about real life and death situations

Mack with real ice, rings, his breath taken

See me floss with whores, jumpin ways and doors

The crew papa commisioned out and clue(?) zada(?)

Gatherin thoughts up in the 12 bed room casa

The cigars on the way to see the opera

Up in the balcony with the wineians binocular

Black and white tuxes, black hustlers

Fuck with us, firm buisness we'll discuss this