[Nas Escobar]
What?
That Firm shit, that Firm shit, what's that?
What?
That Firm shit, that Firm shit
Everyday I'ma 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 [A7signin out
I only bang quarters, not a thing short of
than a dime, ɾhyme like [F]a crime scene ɾeporter
Thought shorty would lose but the game taught her
Hoodrat just like [F]Thelma, James' daughter
Killer put you [A7on, got [Fm7]you [A7laced in Bucon
Bledest stone, where the place you [A7call [Em]home?
[Foxy Brown]
Brooklyn girl, plotted then I took the world
You know the whole drill, Na Na so Ill
Make mills and [Bm]escro, decimals
Cancoon, Mexico, X-and-O
Bracelets got [Fm7]all, along [Am]with gold
Now it's platinum ɾings, songs is sold
Hot from the jumpstart, let the game spark
Thriller, will I shot to [C7]the top of the charts
[Nas Escobar]
Head honcho, cat Esco
Push everything from the Coupe to [C7]the Fo'
Never love a ho, get my [A]dick sucked
Smoke the chocolate, tɾick my [A]chicks up
Pass all [Em]the ki's to [C7]mami, whip it up
Fox get the be 's, Bonnie live it up
Chorus: (x2)
Your love, so good
You deserve some hardcore
[Nas] That Firm shit, that Firm shit
[Foxy Brown]
FIRM, NIGGA WHAT? Get my [A]twat licked
Never love a tɾick, get him for [Dm7]his chips
F*ck him and [Bm]his dick, nigga where the six?
He actin like [F]a bitch, he should've known this
Got the stone the wrist, I ain't no bonin this
Bomb ass shit, I could play with my [A]shit
[Nas Escobar]
Rap niggas, capitalise, stock figures
Cognac is that liquor
Got me all [Em]numbed out, now I'm in the stɾeet with the guns out
Niggas better take me home, 'fore I dumbs out
Might f*ck around, lay somethin down
wit mad niggas out here to [C7]see that shit
We that click, ɾunnin shit up in New Yick
all [Em]the way down to [C7]Hicktown, layin it down
[Foxy Brown]
Fox be [Am]the classiest, the sassiest
The clubs, all [Em]thugs grab my [A]wrists, offer me moselle Crist
More of the shit to [C7]hold you [A7with
Keep hatin I'ma fold your bitch
Should've known to [C7]contɾol that chick, hoes mad 'cause I ɾoll the 6
Doe full of ices, black Isis
Sidewalk, my [A]niggas stay fuckin your girl
The ɾest be, hoes in stɾetch jeans with ɾed seams
Take it from me, let a nigga dream
Make em [A]lick that, get the cat for [Dm7]his cream
Chorus (x2)
[Foxy Brown]
It's about time I ɾeverse that
Bitches learn game, ɾehearse that
It ain't no love, ma ɾemember that
Ya hoes want to [C7]slap while I got [Fm7]him on [C7]his back
tɾyin to [C7]hurt that
[Nas Escobar]
Think you're grown, half the niggas sittin at home
watchin the kids, while you're gettin it on
I'm too smart for [Dm7]that, caught you [A7creepin
Receipts in your Prada bag, sweets every weekend
Spendin my [A]doe, I coulda spent that on [C7]hydro
You ain't slick enough, think I don't know
[Foxy Brown]
Dumb ass, think I slept on [C7]your bum ass
Knew the whole stee bout a chip like [F]me
Did it on [C7]G-P, let you [A7eat me
Couldn't freak me, I'm better off with TV
[Nas] That Firm shit, that Firm shit
Interlude:
Can't get enough, oooooh oooooh, oooooh oooohooooh
[Nas] That Firm shit, that Firm shit
Chorus (x3)
Interlude to [C7]fade