Hardcore lyrics

[Intro: Nas]
What?
That Firm sh*t, that Firm sh*t, what's that?
What?
That Firm sh*t, that Firm sh*t

[Verse 1: Nas]
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
Killer put you on, got you laced in Bucon
Blood is stone, where the place you call home?

[Verse 2: 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
[Verse 3: Nas]
Head honcho, cat Esco
Push everything from the Coupe to the Fo'
Never love a ho, get my di*k sucked
Smoke the chocolate, trick my chicks up
Pass all the ki's to mami, whip it up
Fox get the B's, Bonnie live it up

[Chorus]
Your love, so good
You deserve some hardcore
(That Firm sh*t, that Firm sh*t)
Your love, so good
You deserve some hardcore
(That Firm sh*t, that Firm sh*t)

[Verse 4: Foxy Brown]
FIRM, n*ggA WHAT? Get my twat licked
Never love a trick, get him for his chips
f*ck him and his di*k, 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 ass sh*t, I could play with my sh*t

[Verse 5: Nas]
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 click, runnin sh*t up in New Yick
All the way down to Hicktown, layin it down
[Verse 6: Foxy Brown]
Fox be the classiest, the sassiest
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 lick that, get the cat for his cream

[Chorus]
Your love, so good
You deserve some hardcore
(That Firm sh*t, that Firm sh*t)
Your love, so good
You deserve some hardcore
(That Firm sh*t, that Firm sh*t)

[Verse 7: Foxy Brown]
It's about time I reverse that
b*tches learn game, rehearse that
It ain't no love, ma remember that
Ya hoes wanna slap while I got him on his back
Tryin to hurt that
[Verse 8: Nas]
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 slick enough, think I don't know

[Verse 9: Foxy Brown]
Dumb ass, think I slept on your bum ass
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
(That Firm sh*t, that Firm sh*t)

[Interlude]
Can't get enough, oooooh oooooh, oooooh oooohooooh
(That Firm sh*t, that Firm sh*t)

[Chorus]
Your love, so good
You deserve some hardcore
(That Firm sh*t, that Firm sh*t)
Your love, so good
You deserve some hardcore
(That Firm sh*t, that Firm sh*t)
Your love, so good
You deserve some hardcore
(That Firm sh*t, that Firm sh*t)
Can't get enough, oooooh oooooh, oooooh oooohooooh
(That Firm sh*t, that Firm sh*t)