[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 signin out

I only bang quarters, not a thing short of

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

Bledest stone, where the place you call home?

[Foxy Brown]

Brooklyn girl, plotted then I took the world

You know the whole drill, Na Na so Ill

Make mills and escro, decimals

Cancoon, Mexico, X-and-O

Bracelets got all, along with gold

Now it's platinum rings, songs is sold

Hot from the jumpstart, let the game spark

Thriller, will I shot to the top of the charts

[Nas Escobar]

Head honcho, cat Esco

Push everything from the Coupe to the Fo'

Never love a ho, get my dick 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: (x2)

Your love, so good

You deserve some hardcore

[Nas] That Firm shit, that Firm shit

[Foxy Brown]

FIRM, NIGGA WHAT? Get my twat licked

Never love a trick, get him for his chips

Fuck him and his dick, nigga where the six?

He actin like 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 shit

[Nas Escobar]

Rap niggas, capitalise, stock figures