Nas, AZ, Cormega, Foxy Brown - Affirmative Action lyrics

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 kna'mean?
Niggas comin' sideways, thinkin'
Stuff is sweet, man
Niggas don't understand the four devils:
Lust, envy, hate, jealousy
Wicked niggas, man

Yo, sit back, relax, catch your contact
Sip your con-gi-ac 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

Criminal thoughts in the blue Porsche
My destiny's to be the new boss
A 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!

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 Hell fire can't scorch me
Cuban cigars, meetin' Foxy at Demars
Movin' cars your top papi Señor 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 multi millions
In the biggest bundle
In a Lex pushed by my nigga Jungle
E-Moneybags got Moët Chandon
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 marquess 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 jew-el, 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 got to flee to Panama, but wait
It's half-and half
Ki's is one and two-fifth, so how we flip?
32 grams raw, chop it in half, get 16
Double it, times three
We got 48, which mean a whole lot of CREAM
Divide the profit by four
Subtract it by eight, we back to 16
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

The Firm, baby, Vol 1