[Verse 1: Foxy Brown]

Protect this, nigga, for the necklace

I throw the death wish, the pretty slim sex shit to rep this

Remember Fox said this, we on some next shit

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

Shitty drugs and drama

Opposite three 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 fuckin' with mills and he was frag-ile

We wildin', the Brown Stallion stay stylin'

On the low foulin', the whole Firm wildin'

He lucked it, I know the trick bitch he fuck with

On some duct shit, heard through the grape that she suck dick

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 go

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 pursued effortless

Iced 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

Shit 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 niggas' minds are negligent

It's evident, Feds vest-up, raid ya residence

We all for livin', heavyweight Firm division

Mind detect mind, eatin' swine's against my religion

You know the steez — take aim, cock and squeeze

It's the prophecies, not the philosophies of Socrates

[Bridge: AZ & Cormega]

Next up? (Yo, I believe that's me)

A-yo, 'Mega, represent for the family

[Verse 3: Cormega]

A-yo! The Feds got me in the top ten

'Cause when my door got knocked in, my .44 made cops 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 nigga's seed

I've seen niggas 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 Fat Cat outta NYC!

It Was Written like ghetto life hieroglyphics

Livin' since my real niggas bailed me outta prison

A lot of schemes 'cause the narcotics team in Queens

Have more dollars than the knowledge of fiends

My dream is the legacy of Montana treasury

Fake thugs could either 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 Jayne Kennedy tape

In the nude with dude 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 — genuinely 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

Push a Benz without a license, gear tight as vice-grips

Nas got nineteen wifeys — seven sheisty, nine of them Pisces

Three white meats, on the Tai Chi

Wildin', big links is heavy like weights

That you throw on a pit bull neck while feedin' 'em raw steak

It's core, take more cake

I take the crown off the so-called king of the town and lock it down

(And lock it down.. yeah)

[Outro: Jungle]

Yeah, dunn!

That's it, dunn, y'all niggas ripped that shit, yo! Word is bond

That's that real shit, for all y'all fake motherfuckers out there, yo

That's how we do it from Queensbridge, nigga

The Firm! What! This is Jungle

Yo, Big Jungle, boy, what!? Y'all niggas don't want it

Yo, Stoute, if these niggas don't know by now, yo

Fuck all them niggas then