Throw Your Guns The Firm (Ft. Half A Mill)

[Intro: AZ]
Y'know? Personally, I'm for the paper
As long as we all see doe
Yo yo, big boys play for large sums
Yeah, uh huh
Even bitches got their shit tight
Ha ha ha! Aight!
If you wit' us, throw yo' guns up
What the fuck? Form a Phillie, cock your shit back and bust

[Verse 1: Half-A-Mil]
You acquired the knowledge, my brainwaves cause riots in college
Science scholar in this world of violence and dollars
Firm rappin' god from the projects
It ain't hard, from Medicaid cards to platinum cars
My clique is that large to get they dick licked and back massaged
By rich chicks who rock Versace bras
In the drop, watchin' the stars, yo, the conquest is ours
Mission accomplished, shittin' on Congress
Benz whipped with a six, on this six million tons
When I appear, reptilians run, Firm affilions
Willie-ons exile your team like Indians
Your style's a dream, we pop Cristal and drive Bentley's in
The same streets you can't get a penny in
All my real shootout niggas hear me when
Half-A-Mil shoot out with Bohemians, calicos spittin' and
Niggas splittin' in the same position they're sittin' in
What sentencin'? We got too much Benjamins
We even got triple six IBM plastic currency with chips in 'em
Images of Clinton and, my niggas lay back
We used to pump a G, now we pump 100-K packs
Guns aimed at ya, destroy your whole world like *?K-mat?*
What part of the game's that? To curse my hot verse is flame rap
Players got the game trapped, I be the king mack
On my bitches mind 'til their bring crack...