[Verse 2: Cormega]
Criminal thoughts in the blue Porsche, my destiny's to be the new boss
That nigga✦ Paulie gotta✦ die, he too soft
That nigga's✦ dead on a ki of heroin✦
They found his head on the couch wit' his dick in his mouth
I put the hit out!
Yo! The smoothest killer✦ since Bugsy,✦ bitches love me
In Queens where my drugs be, I wear Guess jeans and rugbies
Yo, my people from Medina,✦ they will see ya when you re-up
Bring your heater,✦ all your cream go between✦ us
Real shit! My Desert Eagle got a ill grip
I chill wit' niggas✦ that hit Dominican spots and steal bricks
My red beam made a dread scream and sprayed a Fed team
Corleone be turnin'✦ niggas✦ to fiends
Yukons and ninja✦ black Lexus✦
'Mega✦ — the pretty✦ boy with Mafia✦ connections✦
It's The Firm, nigga,✦ set it!
[Verse 3: Nas]
Yo, my mind is seein' through your design like Blind Fury✦
I shine jewelry, sippin'✦ on crushed grapes,✦ we lust papes✦
And push cakes✦ inside✦ the casket✦ at Just' wake
It's sickenin', he just finished biddin'✦ upstate
And now the projects is talkin'✦ that "Somebody gotta✦ die" shit
It's logic, as long as it's nobody✦ that's in my clique
My man Smoke know how to expand✦ coke in Mr. Coffee
Feds cost me two mill' to get the system✦ off me
Life's✦ a bitch, but God forbid the bitch divorce me
I'll be flooded with ice so hellfire can't scorch me
Cuban✦ cigars,✦ meetin'✦ Foxy✦ at Demars,✦ movin'✦ cars
Your top papi✦ Señor Escobar✦
[Verse 4: Foxy Brown]
In the black Camaro✦
Firm deep, all my niggas✦ hail the blackest sparrow
Wallabees be the apparel through the darkest tunnel✦
I got visions✦ of multi✦ millions✦ in the biggest bundle
In a Lex pushed✦ by my nigga✦ Jungle
E-Moneybags got Moët Chandon, bundle of 62
They ain't got a clue what we about✦ to do
My whole team, we shittin' hard like Czar
Sosa,✦ Foxy✦ Brown, Cormega and Escobar✦
I keep a phat marquise piece, laced✦ in all the illest snake skin
Armani✦ sweaters, Carolina Herrera
Be The Firm, baby!✦ From BK to the 'Bridge
My nigga✦ Wiz, Operation Firm Biz, so what the deal is?
I keep a phat jewel,✦ sippin'✦ Cristy✦
Sittin'✦ on top of fifty✦ grand in the Nautica Van, uh!
We stay incogni' like all them thug niggas✦ in Marcy✦
The Gods — they praise Allah with visions✦ of Gandhi✦
Bet it on, my whole crew is Don Juan
On Cayman✦ Island✦ with a case of Cristal
And Baba✦ Shallah spoke, nigga✦ with them Cubans✦ that snort coke
Raw though, an ounce mixed✦ with leak, that's pure though
Flippin' the bigger✦ picture, the bigger✦ nigga✦ with the cheddar
Was mad dripper, he had a fuckin'✦ villa✦ in Manilla
We gotta✦ flee to Panama✦
But wait — it's half-and-half, ki's is one and two-fifth, so how we flip?
Thirty-two grams raw, chop it in half, get sixteen,✦ double it, times✦ three
We got forty-eight, which mean a whole lot of cream
Divide✦ the profit✦ by four, subtract it by eight, we back to sixteen✦
Now add the other✦ two that Mega✦ bringin' through
So let's see, if we flip this other✦ ki, then that's more for me
Mad coke and mad leak plus a five hundred, cut in half is two-fifty
Now triple that — times✦ three, we got three quarters of another ki
[Outro: Foxy Brown]
The Firm, baby,✦ Vol. 1, uh!