Executive Decision The Firm
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[Verse 1: Nas]
Diamond-cut vocals carve sculptures
Gats in holsters, MAC's and fo'-fifths do clap ferocious
We smoke spliffs, when the dro's lit, hoes get hit
Have 'em blow dick, blow the whole clique
Jeep's Tahoe, shoes be Salvatore Ferragamo
Catch a homo, guns long like Mutombo
From Atlanta Hawk, rap phantom stalk y'all
While we ban the pork, thought Fard taught y'all
The God sports all du jour for wear
Push the Range all year, vision a war near
I lay it out for y'all — it's money and ice
That's how I'm runnin' ya wife, stay whippin' that Vipe
Clippin' ya life down to pint-sized, Firm slice pies
Couple of trife guys in tinted-up white 5's
[Verse 2: Nature]
Who's the first to set it?
At times, my thirst's pathetic
Nature — one of The Firm, our words phonetic
At seven-digits, first-class trips where some'll never visit
Outlook remain pessimistic
Used to jostle in hostile environments, buyin' whips
Cheatin' life out of its requirements
Psychics predict that I'll be dyin' rich
Until then, catch me chillin', flyin' in a giant 6
On some next shit, went from humble, now it's hectic
Reminiscin' when they used to call me desperate
Minor drawbacks, I had to learn not to fuck with small cats
In fake Cartiers and straw hats
Stick 'em on a mixtape, they think they all that
But just speedin' through, never soundin' reasonable, son
Whatever the cost, I know it's feasible
Bought your way in the game, the rates is seasonal
Diamond-cut vocals carve sculptures
Gats in holsters, MAC's and fo'-fifths do clap ferocious
We smoke spliffs, when the dro's lit, hoes get hit
Have 'em blow dick, blow the whole clique
Jeep's Tahoe, shoes be Salvatore Ferragamo
Catch a homo, guns long like Mutombo
From Atlanta Hawk, rap phantom stalk y'all
While we ban the pork, thought Fard taught y'all
The God sports all du jour for wear
Push the Range all year, vision a war near
I lay it out for y'all — it's money and ice
That's how I'm runnin' ya wife, stay whippin' that Vipe
Clippin' ya life down to pint-sized, Firm slice pies
Couple of trife guys in tinted-up white 5's
[Verse 2: Nature]
Who's the first to set it?
At times, my thirst's pathetic
Nature — one of The Firm, our words phonetic
At seven-digits, first-class trips where some'll never visit
Outlook remain pessimistic
Used to jostle in hostile environments, buyin' whips
Cheatin' life out of its requirements
Psychics predict that I'll be dyin' rich
Until then, catch me chillin', flyin' in a giant 6
On some next shit, went from humble, now it's hectic
Reminiscin' when they used to call me desperate
Minor drawbacks, I had to learn not to fuck with small cats
In fake Cartiers and straw hats
Stick 'em on a mixtape, they think they all that
But just speedin' through, never soundin' reasonable, son
Whatever the cost, I know it's feasible
Bought your way in the game, the rates is seasonal
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