Intro The Firm

* actual song, not an intro or skit

Intro: nas

Yo check this shit out, this is escobar
Out here chillin' with my nam, dj clue
Ya know what I'm sayin'? , the boss of the bosses
King of the tapes
No doubt, queens finest yaknawhamean
The boss of the bosses and ya listening to dj clue
Number one

Uhhh, uh huh
Uh huh, uhhh
Y'all cats ain't ready for the firm
Canivin' niggas, that's right
Get the dough da da
Uhh, uh huh
Brooklyn shit

Verse one: foxy brown
All ya hoes wanna stop my chips
Stare bitches down when I rock my whips
Knowin' that you hate me on the low, pop block my dick
Stick me for the ice on my whips
Keeps the chrome fifths, make you so sick
Y'all hoes give me honestly, no choice but to chick
'ficially firm, no extra shit
No surprises, no diguises, no fox's, lil' nas's
Strickly fam fam, az, 'mega
Na na, nas esco forever
While y'all hoes is in a rage, ain't no tamin' ya'll
Ya still a young bitch, and I'm shamin' ya'll
Mad cause they know no click plain to ya'll
And y'all hoes is like fuck me, the same to ya'll
Ya really ain't got no time to play games wit' ya'll
And if I feel like shittin' on ya'll, I'm namin' ya'll
I'm soundin' kind of harsh, please ignore me
Not to stop the rhyme flow - but y'all mix tapes shorty (uh)
Nerve of y'all hoes tryin' to gel me
And uh, ya broke bitch what the fuck ya tryin' to tell me?