Affirmative Action II lyrics

by

Foxy Brown


[Verse 1: Foxy Brown]
Check it, uhh
Protect this, n*gga, for the necklace, I throw the death wish
The pretty slim sex sh*t to rep this
Remember Fox said this, we on some next sh*t
We are blessed this, the scars on our back mean we meant this
To lie for 'em, the 25-sentence to keep my eyes on 'em
I'm straight, knowin' Allah'll shine on 'em
sh*tty drugs and drama, opposite 3 pretty thugs and a Don mama
Fill in the rest, the steel in they chest
When Boogs threw the kiss of death, it was over and we laid out
Chill, I was open off the way he ate out, it was real, for real
I was f*ckin' with mills and he was frag-ile
You wildin', the Brown Stallion stay stylin'
On the low foulin', the whole Firm wildin'
He lucked it, I know the trick b*tch he f*ck with
On some duct sh*t, heard through the grape that she suck di*k
Firm, Sos and Esco, mad loco
Fox and 'Mega for whatever and through this cheddar
We gon' stay family 'til we fry, though
The fam will never split even if one of us die, though
Along with our Kikos, we gon' blaze 'til the brick goes
Peep the Na-Na, sweet taboo, The Firm tattooed on the ta-ta
Now, tell me what crew will hold it down like we do, Da-Da?

[Verse 2: AZ]
'Til the death of this, murderous moves pursue effortless
Ice necklace, high-priced dressed executives
Peep the grammar, slim built, strong stamina
.44 nickel-plate long with the silencer
Play for keeps, and you shut-eye, you stay asleep
sh*t remain deep, get shells thrown at ya Range Jeep
Giuliani sweep got all the kings goin' up creek
Devil life biz, now, who left controllin' the streets?
No intelligence, strictly slow n*ggas' minds are negligent
It's evident, Feds vest-up, raid ya residence
We're all for livin', heavyweight Firm division
Mind detect mind, eatin' swine's against my religion
You know the steez, take aim, c*ck and squeeze
It's the prophecies, not the philosophies of Socrates
Next up? (Yo, I believe that's me)
Ayo 'Mega, represent for the family
[Verse 3: Cormega]
Ayo, the Feds got me in the top ten
'Cause when my door got knocked in, my .44 main c*ck spin
My sinister mind shines like a Dillinger
'Mega exhausted, baby-faced crime emperor
Yo, life is based on cultures and creeds
And peep the way drugs feed a thug n*gga's seeds
I've seen n*ggas lined up, handcuffed and tied-up
Coke prices rise when drug supplies dry up
The Millennium drives up, rims semi blind ya eyes temporarily
Mind of 'Mega be heavily armed for felonies
Shine you could never see, the next phat cat out of NYC
It Was Written like ghetto life hieroglyphics
Livin' since my real n*ggas bailed me out of prison
A lot of schemes 'cause the narcotics team in Queens
Have more dollars then the knowledge of fiends
My dream is the legacy of Montana treasury
Fake thugs can't even take slugs or bury me

[Verse 4: Nas]
To all thoroughbreds takin' the corners, y'all need to join us
Firm - most powerful nation of rap performers
High-class generals, confidants, payin' lawyers
Swift as Oscar De La Hoya, Green Beret warriors
Fakes, I peep 'em like the J. Kennedy tape
In the nude with Jude, bustin' all in her face
In other words, yo, you see-through
My man built the Sugar Hill from a sweet tooth
We all eat 'cause I speak truth
Uneducated black youth, street diploma
Teach Greeks and Romans but the legacy was stolen
It's a Firm thing, generally gleam
I wrote the theme on how to sell a million
While ya crabs is mad at ya promotion team
I roll with the nicest, Fox, black Isis pushin' Benz without a license
Gear tight as vice-grips
Nas got nineteen wifeys, seven sheisty, nine of them Pisces
Three white meats under Tai Chi
Wildin', big links is heavy like bricks
That you throw on a pit-bull neck while feedin' him raw steak
It's core take, more cake
I take the crown off the so-called king of the town
And lock it down
[Outro: Jungle]
Yeah, dun, that's it, dun, y'all n*ggas rip that sh*t, yo, word is bond
That's that real sh*t for all y'all fake motherf*ckers out there, yo
That's how we do it from Queensbridge, n*gga, The Firm, what!
This is Jungle, yo, Big Jungle, boy, what!? Y'all n*ggas don't want it
Yo, Style, if these n*ggas don't know right now, yo
f*ck all them n*ggas then
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