Intro lyrics

* actual song, not an intro or skit

Intro: nas

Yo check this sh*t out, this is escobar
Out here chillin' with my nam, dj clue
Ya know what I'm sayin'? , the boss of the bosses
King of the tapes
No doubt, queens finest yaknawhamean
The boss of the bosses and ya listening to dj clue
Number one

Uhhh, uh huh
Uh huh, uhhh
Y'all cats ain't ready for the firm
Canivin' n*ggas, that's right
Get the dough da da
Uhh, uh huh
Brooklyn sh*t

Verse one: foxy brown
All ya hoes wanna stop my chips
Stare b*tches down when I rock my whips
Knowin' that you hate me on the low, pop block my di*k
Stick me for the ice on my whips
Keeps the chrome fifths, make you so sick
Y'all hoes give me honestly, no choice but to chick
'ficially firm, no extra sh*t
No surprises, no diguises, no fox's, lil' nas's
Strickly fam fam, az, 'mega
Na na, nas esco forever
While y'all hoes is in a rage, ain't no tamin' ya'll
Ya still a young b*tch, and I'm shamin' ya'll
Mad cause they know no click plain to ya'll
And y'all hoes is like f*ck me, the same to ya'll
Ya really ain't got no time to play games wit' ya'll
And if I feel like sh*ttin' on ya'll, I'm namin' ya'll
I'm soundin' kind of harsh, please ignore me
Not to stop the rhyme flow - but y'all mix tapes shorty (uh)
Nerve of y'all hoes tryin' to gel me
And uh, ya broke b*tch what the f*ck ya tryin' to tell me?
Chorus (nas)

Where ya where ya where ya where ya where ya where ya
Where ya...
Where ya at n*gga?

Verse two: nas
The boss of the bosses
Rhymes in my mind like it's pearls and oysters
Jewels, you dell, cause we bail in porsches
Of course it's, the firm
This court is ajurned, my thoughts is to burn
Y'all lil' nas's, middle guys's, mouthin' off
I want to speak to ya leaders, we roll to smoke cheeber
I shoot 'em in my two seater
Yo he's the worst clown, the jamie foxx with his first album
Verse rounds, if ya made it what it takes to stay paid
I'm in the tre tre, double low, cause uh
Guzzlin' dom, twist on my 'dro, my drugs yo
Glistenin' arm, rollin' platnuim, like my recrods
My wallet be mad brollick, from queensbridge projects
To hollies, stay real like calm stockings
Hoes lovin' the di*k, I smother my wrists
To remind me of the days I was nuttin' like this
I used to bust a nut on my fists, imagining
It was some lip, suckin' my di*k
Now I'm handcuffin' my chicks, yours too
Layin' back, gettin' the or-al
In the back with the 4 too, zero
Y'all better respect black deniro, have ya crew grab for mereo
Of ya face with a halo, on ya building
On ya block where ya stay yo, in ya career, n*ggas like
Remember him? yeah, n*ggas f*cked with esco
The emporer, thought I might have passed ya crist
Yo a n*gga pass you p*ss, made a raw move
Now that n*gga's ass is his', we the firm baby boys
Y'all some pacifists
Kick the facts about real life and death situations
Mack with real ice rings, breath tkin'
See me floss with whores, double ways and doors
The crew pa pa, commishoner style and boo za za
Gatherin' thoughts up inside the 12 bedroom casa
Lit cigars on the way to see the opera
Up in the balcony with the one lensed bin-acular
Black and white tuxes, black hustlers
f*ck wit' us, firm business, let's discuss this....
Outro: nas

Wha wha wha, the firmilie
L-e-s wha, wha wha wha
Ha ha, ha ha ha ha
Ha ha, norie, ha ha
Qb, brook-lyn, the don
We run new york
Ya c*ck blockin', skinny ugly...f*ckin'...
Phoney lookin' bald headed, half way...afro ways havin'
Phoney rhymin'...copy cattin' fake di*k lickin' b*tches
What's the dealy? uhh