Released on July 2, 1996

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[Produced by Dave Atkinson & Trackmasters]


[Intro: AZ]

This is what.. this what they want, huh?

This is what it's all about, word

Time to take affirmative action, son

They just don't understand, you know what I mean?

Niggas comin' sideways, thinkin' stuff is sweet, man

You know what I mean?

Niggas don't understand the four devils:

Lust, envy, hate, jealousy

Wicked niggas, man


[Verse 1: AZ]

Yo, sit back, relax, catch your contact, sip your Cognac

And let's all wash this money through this laundromat

Sneak attack, the new cats in rap worth top dollar

In fact, touch mines and I'll react like a Rottweiler!

Who could relate? We play for high stakes at gunpoint

Catch 'em and break, undress 'em, tie 'em with tape, no escape

The Corleone, fettuccine Capone

Roam in your own zone, or get kidnapped and clapped in your dome

We got it sewn, The Firm art of war is unknown

Lower your tone, face it, homicide cases get thrown

Aristocrats politickin' daily wit' diplomats

See, me, I'm an official mack, Lex Coupe triple black


[Verse 2: Cormega]

Criminal thoughts in the blue Porsche, my destiny's to be the new boss

That nigga Paulie gotta die, he too soft

That nigga's dead on a ki of heroin

They found his head on the couch wit' his dick in his mouth

I put the hit out!

Yo! The smoothest killer since Bugsy, bitches love me

In Queens where my drugs be, I wear Guess jeans and rugbies

Yo, my people from Medina, they will see ya when you re-up

Bring your heater, all your cream go between us

Real shit! My Desert Eagle got a ill grip

I chill wit' niggas that hit Dominican spots and steal bricks

My red beam made a dread scream and sprayed a Fed team

Corleone be turnin' niggas to fiends

Yukons and ninja black Lexus

'Mega — the pretty boy with Mafia connections

It's The Firm, nigga, set it!


[Verse 3: Nas]

Yo, my mind is seein' through your design like Blind Fury

I shine jewelry, sippin' on crushed grapes, we lust papes

And push cakes inside the casket at Just' wake

It's sickenin', he just finished biddin' upstate

And now the projects is talkin' that "Somebody gotta die" shit

It's logic, as long as it's nobody that's in my clique

My man Smoke know how to expand coke in Mr. Coffee

Feds cost me two mill' to get the system off me

Life's a bitch, but God forbid the bitch divorce me

I'll be flooded with ice so hellfire can't scorch me

Cuban cigars, meetin' Foxy at Demars, movin' cars

Your top papi Señor Escobar


[Verse 4: Foxy Brown]

In the black Camaro

Firm deep, all my niggas hail the blackest sparrow

Wallabees be the apparel through the darkest tunnel

I got visions of multi millions in the biggest bundle

In a Lex pushed by my nigga Jungle

E-Moneybags got Moët Chandon, bundle of 62

They ain't got a clue what we about to do

My whole team, we shittin' hard like Czar

Sosa, Foxy Brown, Cormega and Escobar

I keep a phat marquise piece, laced in all the illest snake skin

Armani sweaters, Carolina Herrera

Be The Firm, baby! From BK to the 'Bridge

My nigga Wiz, Operation Firm Biz, so what the deal is?

I keep a phat jewel, sippin' Cristy

Sittin' on top of fifty grand in the Nautica Van, uh!

We stay incogni' like all them thug niggas in Marcy

The Gods — they praise Allah with visions of Gandhi

Bet it on, my whole crew is Don Juan

On Cayman Island with a case of Cristal

And Baba Shallah spoke, nigga with them Cubans that snort coke

Raw though, an ounce mixed with leak, that's pure though

Flippin' the bigger picture, the bigger nigga with the cheddar

Was mad dripper, he had a fuckin' villa in Manilla

We gotta flee to Panama

But wait — it's half-and-half, ki's is one and two-fifth, so how we flip?

Thirty-two grams raw, chop it in half, get sixteen, double it, times three

We got forty-eight, which mean a whole lot of cream

Divide the profit by four, subtract it by eight, we back to sixteen

Now add the other two that Mega bringin' through

So let's see, if we flip this other ki, then that's more for me

Mad coke and mad leak plus a five hundred, cut in half is two-fifty

Now triple that — times three, we got three quarters of another ki


[Outro: Foxy Brown]

The Firm, baby, Vol. 1, uh!