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gangsta p - the firm lyrics

[verse 1]
murder was the motherf-ckin’ motive
cannabis in my system makes my tec-9s fully loaded
i scooped up p down in east oakland
to hit a l!ck for six units of raw opium, now
the safe was full of jacksons and grants
for a quick come up now here’s our chance because
p came strapped with the tec, a chrome .4-5, and a bulletproof vest
but now we ridin’ sideways to a jack move
we gettin’ pumped to k!ll these fools, it really ain’t cool
187 open the door for a 211
we on a mission, so take a listen and learn a lesson
we gain entrance to the joint throwin’ drag
tellin’ ’em we needed to use the phone so we can call a cab
now that’s when the plan all came into effect
laid down the house spittin’ fire from the tecs
made off with the dope in a big fat grip
jaguars and benzes is what we both lift
but ain’t no remorse, p, you know i feel ya
day dog’s definition’s:
a park full of k!llas

[verse 2]
l w here to trouble you, what you wanna do?
f-ckin’ with this lyrical n-gga will get you f-cked up, fool
’95 is my time, i lay low
just to kick my flow, whoever wants a n-gga, let’s go
i’m from the ville where we keep our sh-t tight as a vice
bustas in our business catch heat from my snipe
.30-30, cuz suckas ain’t trustworthy
therefore, you eat the dirt when this g puts in work
dumpin’ bodies off in skyline, stinkin’, leakin’
blood seepin’ out the sheets from this 187 treatment
by the time police find ya
homicide gon’ need yo t–th to identify ya
so when the war is goin’ down, the firm’ll shut this b-tch down
flossin’ all you bustas snitchin’ in the town

[verse 3]
f-ck you bustas, i’m a hog
you n-ggas don’t wanna see me with the mossberg
’cause i shut ’em all down
these streets got me stressed
never been blessed with good luck unless i got my motherf-ckin’ tec
only trust my n-ggas from the f to the i to the r to the m
got you n-ggas coughin’ up phlegm
never been a hater, straight terminator
kickin’ with the playas, and ballas livin’ major
slappin’ dominoes, drinkin’ on remy, ho
i ain’t no fairytale n-gga, better check my flow
little gangsta, the realest east bay gangsta
packin’ them 6-0s, smokin’ n-ggas like indo
from the village
(you speak the realness)
(b-tch)

[chorus]
when the firm is in the house we rack shop nonstop
for the n-ggas and the b-tches, so f-ck the cops
(no longer pullin’ capers, gs livin’ major)
(stackin’ plenty paper got you bustas catchin’ vapors)
when the firm is in the house we rack shop nonstop
for the n-ggas and the b-tches, so f-ck the cops
(no longer pullin’ capers, gs livin’ major)
(stackin’ plenty paper got you bustas catchin’ vapors)
when the firm is in the house we rack shop nonstop
for the n-ggas and the b-tches, so f-ck the cops
(no longer pullin’ capers, gs livin’ major)
(stackin’ plenty paper got you bustas catchin’ vapors)
when the firm is in the house we rack shop nonstop
for the n-ggas and the b-tches, so f-ck the cops
(no longer pullin’ capers, gs livin’ major)
(stackin’ plenty paper got you bustas catchin’ vapors)
when the firm is in the house we rack shop nonstop
for the n-ggas and the b-tches, so f-ck the cops
(no longer pullin’ capers, gs livin’ major)
(stackin’ plenty paper got you bustas catchin’ vapors)
when the firm is in the house we rack shop nonstop
for the n-ggas and the b-tches, so f-ck the cops
(no longer pullin’ capers, gs livin’ major)
(stackin’ plenty paper got you bustas catchin’ vapors)

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