Cormega - Affirmative Action lyrics

This is what this what they want huh?
This is what it's all about
What? Time to take Affirmative Action son
They just don't understand, youknowImean?
Niggas comin sideways thinkin stuff
Is sweet man yknahmean?
Niggas don't understand the four devils:
Lust envy hate jealousy wicked niggas man

Yo, sit back relax catchin contacts
Sip your cog nac
And let's all wash this money
Through this laundry mat
Sneak attack, a new cat sit back
Worth top dollar in fact, touch mines
And I'll react like a Rottweiler
Who pull the late
We play for high stakes at gunpoint
Catch em and break, undress em
Tie em with tape, no escape
The Corleone, fettucini 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 blown
Aristocrats, politickin daily with diplomats
See me I'm an official mack
Lex Coupe triple black

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 key of her-oin
They found his head on
The couch with his dick in his mouth
I put the hit out
Yo, the smoothest killer since Bugsy
Bitches love me
And Queens where my drugs be
I wear Guess jeans and rugbies
Yo my people from Medina they will see you
When you re-up on your heater all
Your cream go betweeen us
Real shit, my Desert Eagle got a ill grip
I chill with
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

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
And 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 Senor Escobar

In the black Camaro firm deep all my niggas
Hail the blackest sparrow
Wallabee's be the apparel
Through the darkest tunnel
I got visions of multimillions
In the biggest bundle
In the Lex pushed by my nigga Jungle
He money bags got Moet, Sean Don
Bundle of sixty-two
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 fat marquis piece
Laced in all the illest snake skin
Armani sweaters Carolina Hebrera
Be The Firm baby, from BK to the 'Bridge
My nigga Wiz, operation Firm Biz
So what the deal is
I keep a phat jew-el, sippin Crist-ies
Sittin on top of fifty grand
In the Nautica Van, uhh!
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 Papa Chula spoke
Nigga with them Cubans that snort coke
Raw though
An ounce mixed wit 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 got to flee to Panama
But wait it's half and half
Keys 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 key
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
The Firm baby, volume one uhh