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the firm - hardcore lyrics

[nas escobar]
what?
that firm sh-t, that firm sh-t, what’s that?
what?
that firm sh-t, that firm sh-t

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 signin 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
k!ller put you on, got you laced in bucon
bledest stone, where the place you call home?

[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

[nas escobar]
head honcho, cat esco
push everything from the coupe to the fo’
never love a ho, get my d-ck sucked
smoke the chocolate, trick my chicks up
p-ss all the ki’s to mami, whip it up
fox get the b’s, bonnie live it up

chorus: (x2)

your love, so good
you deserve some hardcore
[nas] that firm sh-t, that firm sh-t

[foxy brown]
firm, n-gga what? get my tw-t l!cked
never love a trick, get him for his chips
f-ck him and his d-ck, n-gga where the six?
he actin like a b-tch, he should’ve known this
got the stone the wrist, i ain’t no bonin this
bomb -ss sh-t, i could play with my sh-t

[nas escobar]
rap n-ggas, capitalise, stack figures
cognac is that liquor
got me all numbed out, now i’m in the street with the guns out
n-ggas better take me home, ‘fore i dumbs out
might f-ck around, lay somethin down
wit mad n-ggas out here to see that sh-t
we that cl!ck, runnin sh-t up in new yick
all the way down to hicktown, layin it down

[foxy brown]
fox be the cl-ssiest, the s-ssiest
the clubs, all thugs grab my wrists, offer me moselle crist
more of the sh-t to hold you with
keep hatin i’mma fold your b-tch
should’ve known to control that chick, hoes mad cos i roll the 6
doe full of ices, black isis
sidewalk, my n-ggas stay f-ckin your girl
the rest be, hoes in stretch jeans with red seams
take it from me, let a n-gga dream
make em l!ck that, get the cat for his cream

chorus (x2)

[foxy brown]
it’s about time i reverse that
b-tches learn game, rehe-rs- that
it ain’t no love, ma remember that
ya hoes wanna slap while i got him on his back
tryin to hurt that

[nas escobar]
think you’re grown, half the n-ggas sittin at home
watchin the kids, while you’re gettin it on
i’m too smart for that, caught you creepin
receipts in your prada bag, suites every weekend
spendin my doe, i coulda spent that on hydro
you ain’t sl!ck enough, think i don’t know

[foxy brown]
dumb -ss, think i slept on your bum -ss
knew the whole stee bout a chip like me
did it on g-p, let you eat me
couldn’t freak me, i’m better off with tv
[nas] that firm sh-t, that firm sh-t

interlude:

can’t get enough, oooooh oooooh, oooooh oooohooooh
[nas] that firm sh-t, that firm sh-t

chorus (x3)

interlude to fade

- the firm lyrics

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