Hardcore The Firm

[Intro: Nas]
What?
That Firm shit, that Firm shit, what's that?
What?
That Firm shit, that Firm shit

[Verse 1: Nas]
Everyday I'mma polli bout, who's the best hotty out?
And will they ever let Gotti out?
Am I real? Feel free to try me out
Guaranteed eternally, you signing out
I only bang quarters, not a thing shorter
Than a dime, rhyme like a crime scene reporter
Thought shorty would lose but the game taught her
Hoodrat just like Thelma, James' daughter
Killer put you on, got you laced in Bucon
Blood is stone, where the place you call home?

[Verse 2: Foxy Brown]
Brooklyn girl, plotted then I took the world
You know the whole drill, Na Na so Ill
Make mills and escro, decimals
Cancun, Mexico, X-and-O
Bracelets got all, along with gold
Now it's platinum rings, songs is sold
Hot from the jumpstart, let the guns spark
Thriller, will I shot to the top of the charts