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* actual song, not an intro or skit Intro: Nas Yo check this shit out, this is Escobar Out here chillin' with my nam, DJ Clue Ya know what I'm sayin'?, the boss of the bosses King of the tapes No doubt, Queens finest yaknawhamean The boss of the bosses and ya listening to DJ Clue Number one uhhh, uh huh Uh huh, uhhh Ya'll cats ain't ready for The Firm Canivin' niggas, that's right Get the dough da da Uhh, uh huh Brooklyn shit Verse One: Foxy Brown All ya hoes wanna stop my chips Stare bitches down when I rock my whips Knowin' that you hate me on the low, pop block my dick Stick me for the ice on my whips Keeps the chrome fifths, make you so sick Ya'll hoes give me honestly, no choice but to chick 'Ficially Firm, no extra shit No surprises, no diguises, no Fox's, lil' Nas's Strickly fam fam, AZ, 'Mega Na Na, Nas Esco forever While ya'll hoes is in a rage, ain't no tamin' ya'll Ya still a young bitch, and I'm shamin' ya'll Mad cause they know no click plain to ya'll And ya'll hoes is like "fuck me", the same to ya'll Ya really ain't got no time to play games wit' ya'll And if I feel like shittin' on ya'll, I'm namin' ya'll I'm soundin' kind of harsh, please ignore me Not to stop the rhyme flow - but ya'll mix tapes shorty (uh) Nerve of ya'll hoes tryin' to gel me And uh, ya broke bitch what the fuck ya tryin' to tell me? Chorus (Nas) Where ya where ya where ya where ya where ya where ya Where ya... Where ya at nigga? Verse Two: Nas The boss of the bosses Rhymes in my mind like it's pearls and oysters Jewels, you dell, cause we bail in Porsches Of course it's, The Firm This court is ajurned, my thoughts is to burn Ya'll lil' Nas's, middle guys's, mouthin' off I want to speak to ya leaders, we roll to smoke Cheeber I shoot 'em in my two seater Yo he's the worst clown, the Jamie Foxx with his first album Verse rounds, if ya made it what it takes to stay paid I'm in the tre tre, double low, cause uh Guzzlin' Dom, twist on my 'dro, my drugs yo Glistenin' arm, rollin' platnuim, like my recrods My wallet be mad brollick, from Queensbridge projects To Hollies, stay real like calm stockings Hoes lovin' the dick, I smother my wrists To remind me of the days I was nuttin' like this I used to bust a nut on my fists, imagining It was some lip, suckin' my dick Now I'm handcuffin' my chicks, yours too Layin' back, gettin' the or-al In the back with the 4 too, zero Ya'll better respect black deniro, have ya crew grab for Mereo Of ya face with a halo, on ya building On ya block where ya stay yo, in ya career, niggas like "Remember him?" "yeah", niggas fucked with Esco The emporer, thought I might have passed ya Crist Yo a nigga pass you piss, made a raw move Now that nigga's ass is his', we The Firm baby boys Ya'll some Pacifists Kick the facts about real life and death situations Mack with real ice rings, breath tkin' See me floss with whores, double ways and doors The crew Pa Pa, Commishoner style and boo Za Za Gatherin' thoughts up inside the 12 bedroom casa Lit cigars on the way to see the Opera Up in the balcony with the one lensed bin-acular Black and white tuxes, black hustlers Fuck wit' us, Firm Business, let's discuss this.... Outro: Nas Wha wha wha, The Firmilie L-E-S wha, wha wha wha Ha ha, ha ha ha ha Ha ha, Norie, ha ha QB, Brook-lyn, the Don We run New York Ya cock blockin', skinny ugly...fuckin'... Phoney lookin' bald headed, half way...afro ways havin' Phoney rhymin'...copy cattin' fake dick lickin' bitches What's the dealy? uhh

 

Vertaling

* echt lied, geen intro of sketch Intro: Nas Yo check this shit out, this is Escobar Ik ben hier aan het chillen met mijn naam, DJ Clue Ya know what I'm sayin'?, the boss of the bosses Koning van de tapes. Zonder twijfel, Queens beste yaknawhamean De baas van de bazen en jij luistert naar DJ Clue Nummer één. Uhh, uhh huh Uh huh, uhhh Ya'll cats ain't ready for The Firm Canivin' niggas, that's right Get the dough da da Uhh, uh huh Brooklyn shit Verse één: Foxy Brown All ya hoes wanna stop my chips Stare bitches down when I rock my whips Knowin' that you hate me on the low, pop block my dick Stick me for the ice on my whips Houdt het chroom vijfde, maakt je zo ziek Ya'll hoes give me honestly, no choice but to chick 'Ficially Firm, no extra shit No surprises, no diguises, no Fox's, lil' Nas's Strickly fam, AZ, 'Mega Na Na, Nas Esco forever While ya'll hoes is in a rage, ain't no tamin' ya'll Je bent nog steeds een jonge teef, en ik neem je in de maling Mad cause they know no click plain to ya'll And ya'll hoes is like "fuck me", the same to ya'll Je hebt echt geen tijd om spelletjes te spelen met jullie En als ik zin heb om op jullie te schijten, dan neem ik jullie te grazen Ik klink een beetje hard, negeer me alsjeblieft Niet om de rijmstroom te stoppen - maar ya'll mix tapes shorty (uh) Nerve of ya'll hoes tryin' to gel me En uh, ya broke bitch what the fuck ya tryin' to tell me? Chorus (Nas) Waar ya waar ya waar ya waar ya waar ya waar ya Waar ya... Waar ga je heen nigga? Vers twee: Nas De baas der bazen Rhymes in my mind like it's pearls and oysters Jewels, you dell, cause we bail in Porsches Natuurlijk is het, The Firm Dit hof is opgestaan, mijn gedachten zijn om te branden Jullie kleine Nas's, midden jongens, roddelen maar wat Ik wil met jullie leiders spreken, we rollen om Cheeber te roken I shoot 'em in my two seater Yo hij is de ergste clown, de Jamie Foxx met zijn eerste album Verse rondes, als je het gemaakt hebt wat nodig is om betaald te blijven I'm in the tre tre, double low, cause uh Guzzlin' Dom, twist on my 'dro, my drugs yo Glistenin' arm, rollin' platnuim, like my recrods My wallet be mad brollick, from Queensbridge projects To Hollies, stay real like calm stockings Hoes lovin' the dick, I smother my wrists To remind me of the days I was nuttin' like this I used to bust a nut on my fists, imagining Het was een of andere lip, die mijn lul zoog Nu doe ik mijn grieten de handboeien om, de jouwe ook Layin' back, gettin' the or-al In the back with the 4 too, zero Je kunt beter respect hebben voor Black Deniro, laat je groep naar Mereo grijpen Of ya face with a halo, on ya building In ya block where ya stay yo, in ya career, niggas like "Remember him?" "yeah", niggas fucked with Esco The emporer, thought I might have passed ya Crist Yo a nigga pass you piss, made a raw move Nu is die nigga's kont van hem, wij The Firm baby boys Ya'll some Pacifists Schop de feiten over echte leven en dood situaties Mack with real ice rings, breath tkin' Zie me flossen met hoeren, dubbele manieren en deuren De crew Pa Pa, Commishoner stijl en boo Za Za Gatherin' thoughts up inside the 12 bedroom casa Aanstekende sigaren op weg naar de opera Op het balkon met de één-lens bin-aculair Zwart-witte smokings, zwarte oplichters Fuck with' us, Firm Business, let's discuss this.... Outro: Nas Wha wha wha, The Firmilie L-E-S wha, wha wha wha Ha ha, ha ha ha Ha ha, Norie, ha ha QB, Brook-lyn, the Don We run New York Ya cock blockin', mager lelijk...fuckin'... Phoney lookin' kaalhoofdig, half weg...afro ways havin' Phoney rhymin'...copy cattin' fake dick lickin' bitches What's the dealy? uhh