[00:00.00] 作词 : DJ Cut Killer
[00:01.00] 作曲 : Public Domain
[00:06.66]Intro: AZ
[00:06.99]This is what... this what they want huh?
[00:08.19]This is what it's all about..
[00:08.88]What? Time to take Affirmative Action son
[00:12.21]They just don't understand, youknowImean?
[00:13.23]Niggaz comin sideways thinkin stuff is sweet man
[00:14.64]Yknahmean?
[00:14.88]Niggaz don't understand the four devils:
[00:18.39]Lust.. Envy.. Hate.. Jealousy
[00:19.59]Wicked niggaz man
[00:20.01][AZ the Visualiza]
[00:20.58]Yo, sit back relax catchin contacts, sip your cog-nac
[00:23.61]And let's all wash this money through this laundry mat
[00:25.92]Sneak attack, a new cat sit back, worth top dollar
[00:28.47]In fact, touch mines, and I'll react like a Rottweiler
[00:31.17]Who pull the late, we play for high stakes at gunpoint
[00:33.75]Catch em and break, undress em tie em with tape, no escape
[00:36.57]The Corleone, fettucini Capone
[00:38.43]Roam in your own zone or get kidnapped and clapped in your dome
[00:41.10]We got it sewn, The Firm art of war is unknown
[00:43.68]Lower your tone, face it, homicide cases get blown
[00:46.59]Aristocrats, politickin daily with diplomats
[00:49.35]See me I'm an official mack, Lex Coupe triple black
[00:51.66][Cormega]
[00:51.93]Criminal thoughts in the blue Porsche, my destiny's to be the new boss
[00:54.90]That nigga Paulie gotta die - he too soft
[00:56.85]That nigga's dead on, a key of her-oin, they found his head on
[00:59.70]the couch with his dick in his mouth, I put the hit out
[01:02.31]Yo, the smoothest killer since Bugsy, bitches love me
[01:05.01]And Queens where my drugs be, I wear Guess jeans and rugbies
[01:07.95]Yo my people from Medina they will see you
[01:10.08]when you re-up on your heater all your cream go betweeen us
[01:12.78]Real shit, my Desert Eagle got a ill grip
[01:15.18]I chill with, niggaz that hit Dominican spots and steal bricks
[01:18.36]My red beam, made a dread scream, and sprayed a Fed team
[01:21.15]Corleone be turnin niggaz to fiends
[01:23.04]U-Conn's and ninja black Lexus, 'Mega the pretty boy
[01:25.98]with mafia connections it's The Firm nigga set it
[01:28.26][Nas]
[01:28.47]Yo, my mind is seein through your design like blind fury
[01:31.26]I shine jewelry sippin on crushed grapes, we lust papes
[01:34.11]and push cakes inside the casket at Just wake
[01:36.51]It's sickenin, he just finished biddin upstate
[01:38.82]And now the projects, is talkin that somebody gotta die shit
[01:41.73]It's logic, as long as it's nobody that's in my clique
[01:44.28]My man Smoke, know how to expand coke, and Mr. Coffee
[01:47.34]Feds cost me two mill' to get the system off me
[01:49.95]"Life's a Bitch," but God-forbid the bitch to boss me
[01:52.23]I'll be flooded with ice so hellfire can't scorch me
[01:55.02]Cuban cigars meetin Foxy at Demars
[01:57.24]Movin cars, your top papi Senor Escobar
[01:59.70][Foxy Brown]
[02:00.03]In the black Camaro
[02:01.11]Firm deep all my niggaz hail the blackest sparrow
[02:03.66]Wallabee's be the apparel
[02:05.13]Through the darkest tunnel, I got visions of multimillions
[02:07.83]in the biggest bundle, in the Lex pushed by my nigga Jungle
[02:10.89]He money bags got Moet, Chandon
[02:12.84]Bundle of sixty-two, they ain't got a clue what we about to do
[02:15.93]My whole team we shittin hard like Czar
[02:18.18]Sosa, Foxy Brown, Cormega, and Escobar
[02:20.76]I keep a fat marquis piece, laced in all the illest snake skin
[02:24.03]Armani sweaters Carolina Hebrera
[02:25.95]Be The Firm baby, from BK to the 'Bridge
[02:28.65]My nigga Wiz, operation Firm Biz, so what the deal is
[02:31.86]I keep a phat jew-el, sippin Crist-ies
[02:34.14]Sittin on top of fifty grand in the Nautica Van, uhh!
[02:36.96]We stay incogni' like all them thug niggaz in Marcy
[02:39.69]The Gods, they praise Allah with visions of Gandhi
[02:42.33]Bet it on, my whole crew is Don Juan
[02:44.85]On Cayman Island with a case of Cristal and Papa Chula spoke
[02:48.09]Nigga with them Cubans that snort coke
[02:49.92]Raw though, an ounce mixed wit leak that's pure though
[02:52.41]Flippin the bigger picture, the bigger nigga with the cheddar
[02:55.29]Was mad dripper, he had a ****in villa in Manilla
[02:57.93]We got to flee to Panama, but wait it's half and half
[03:00.78]Keys is one and two-fifth, so how we flip
[03:02.76]Thirty-two grams raw, chop it in half, get sixteen, double it times three
[03:06.00]We got forty-eight, which mean a whole lot of cream
[03:08.25]Divide the profit by four, subtract it by eight
[03:10.47]We back to sixteen, now add the other two that 'Mega bringin through
[03:13.56]So let's see, if we flip this other key
[03:15.81]Then that's more for me, mad coke and mad leak
[03:18.45]Plus a five hundred, cut in half is two-fifty
[03:20.97]Now triple that times three, we got three quarters of another key
[03:24.15]The Firm baby, volume one uhh..

作词 : DJ Cut Killer
作曲 : Public Domain
Intro: AZ
This is what... this what they want huh?
This is what it's all about..
What? Time to take Affirmative Action son
They just don't understand, youknowImean?
Niggaz comin sideways thinkin stuff is sweet man
Yknahmean?
Niggaz don't understand the four devils:
Lust.. Envy.. Hate.. Jealousy
Wicked niggaz man
Yo, sit back relax catchin contacts, sip your cog-nac
And let's all wash this money through this laundry mat
Sneak attack, a new cat sit back, worth top dollar
In fact, touch mines, and I'll react like a Rottweiler
Who pull the late, we play for high stakes at gunpoint
Catch em and break, undress em tie em with tape, no escape
The Corleone, fettucini Capone
Roam in your own zone or get kidnapped and clapped in your dome
We got it sewn, The Firm art of war is unknown
Lower your tone, face it, homicide cases get blown
Aristocrats, politickin daily with diplomats
See me I'm an official mack, Lex Coupe triple black
Criminal thoughts in the blue Porsche, my destiny's to be the new boss
That nigga Paulie gotta die - he too soft
That nigga's dead on, a key of her-oin, they found his head on
the couch with his dick in his mouth, I put the hit out
Yo, the smoothest killer since Bugsy, bitches love me
And Queens where my drugs be, I wear Guess jeans and rugbies
Yo my people from Medina they will see you
when you re-up on your heater all your cream go betweeen us
Real shit, my Desert Eagle got a ill grip
I chill with, niggaz that hit Dominican spots and steal bricks
My red beam, made a dread scream, and sprayed a Fed team
Corleone be turnin niggaz to fiends
U-Conn's and ninja black Lexus, 'Mega the pretty boy
with mafia connections it's The Firm nigga set it
Yo, my mind is seein through your design like blind fury
I shine jewelry sippin on crushed grapes, we lust papes
and push cakes inside the casket at Just wake
It's sickenin, he just finished biddin upstate
And now the projects, is talkin that somebody gotta die shit
It's logic, as long as it's nobody that's in my clique
My man Smoke, know how to expand coke, and Mr. Coffee
Feds cost me two mill' to get the system off me
"Life's a Bitch," but God-forbid the bitch to boss me
I'll be flooded with ice so hellfire can't scorch me
Cuban cigars meetin Foxy at Demars
Movin cars, your top papi Senor Escobar
In the black Camaro
Firm deep all my niggaz hail the blackest sparrow
Wallabee's be the apparel
Through the darkest tunnel, I got visions of multimillions
in the biggest bundle, in the Lex pushed by my nigga Jungle
He money bags got Moet, Chandon
Bundle of sixty-two, they ain't got a clue what we about to do
My whole team we shittin hard like Czar
Sosa, Foxy Brown, Cormega, and Escobar
I keep a fat marquis piece, laced in all the illest snake skin
Armani sweaters Carolina Hebrera
Be The Firm baby, from BK to the 'Bridge
My nigga Wiz, operation Firm Biz, so what the deal is
I keep a phat jew-el, sippin Crist-ies
Sittin on top of fifty grand in the Nautica Van, uhh!
We stay incogni' like all them thug niggaz in Marcy
The Gods, they praise Allah with visions of Gandhi
Bet it on, my whole crew is Don Juan
On Cayman Island with a case of Cristal and Papa Chula spoke
Nigga with them Cubans that snort coke
Raw though, an ounce mixed wit leak that's pure though
Flippin the bigger picture, the bigger nigga with the cheddar
Was mad dripper, he had a ****in villa in Manilla
We got to flee to Panama, but wait it's half and half
Keys is one and two-fifth, so how we flip
Thirty-two grams raw, chop it in half, get sixteen, double it times three
We got forty-eight, which mean a whole lot of cream
Divide the profit by four, subtract it by eight
We back to sixteen, now add the other two that 'Mega bringin through
So let's see, if we flip this other key
Then that's more for me, mad coke and mad leak
Plus a five hundred, cut in half is two-fifty
Now triple that times three, we got three quarters of another key
The Firm baby, volume one uhh..