[Chorus]
Uh, I mean damn, me and you forever hand-in-hand
I'm married to The Firm, boo, you got to understand (Understand)
I'll die for 'em
Give me a chair, man, I'll fry for 'em (Fry for 'em)
And if I got to take the stand, I'ma lie for 'em (Lie for 'em)
It's me and you hand-in-hand (Forever)
I'm married to The Firm, boo, you got to understand (Fox Boogie)
I'll die for 'em
Give me a chair, man, I'll fry for 'em (Fry for 'em)
And if I got to take the stand, I'ma lie for 'em (Uh, check it, uh)
[Verse 1]
What up, Firm? We got these niggas cornered, so maintain
I got the drugs here under the master bed behind the back stairs
Like twenty grams, plus the caravan
I left the keys by the safe, erase the code and flip the license plate
Got all the phone calls taped and all the weights and ice
To get the dough and the guns, and then we straight
He had the block locked, he knew the spot block
On some real web shit to get your spot knocked by killer cops
Tryna get your shit rocked, he don't know
'Cause all along we was plottin' to drop on the low
He straight snitch, he don't know how it go
He saw Nas, he know the Lex and the triple GS, for reala
I kinda think he got a feeling I'm squealin', me and Tone was on the phone
Probably thinkin' we dealin' this bug
Make sure Un got all the guns
His man Son had the whole mob of arsons runnin' through Parsons
Uh, I mean damn, me and you forever hand-in-hand
I'm married to The Firm, boo, you got to understand (Understand)
I'll die for 'em
Give me a chair, man, I'll fry for 'em (Fry for 'em)
And if I got to take the stand, I'ma lie for 'em (Lie for 'em)
It's me and you hand-in-hand (Forever)
I'm married to The Firm, boo, you got to understand (Fox Boogie)
I'll die for 'em
Give me a chair, man, I'll fry for 'em (Fry for 'em)
And if I got to take the stand, I'ma lie for 'em (Uh, check it, uh)
[Verse 1]
What up, Firm? We got these niggas cornered, so maintain
I got the drugs here under the master bed behind the back stairs
Like twenty grams, plus the caravan
I left the keys by the safe, erase the code and flip the license plate
Got all the phone calls taped and all the weights and ice
To get the dough and the guns, and then we straight
He had the block locked, he knew the spot block
On some real web shit to get your spot knocked by killer cops
Tryna get your shit rocked, he don't know
'Cause all along we was plottin' to drop on the low
He straight snitch, he don't know how it go
He saw Nas, he know the Lex and the triple GS, for reala
I kinda think he got a feeling I'm squealin', me and Tone was on the phone
Probably thinkin' we dealin' this bug
Make sure Un got all the guns
His man Son had the whole mob of arsons runnin' through Parsons
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