The Firm - Hardcore lyrics

What?
That Firm shit, that Firm shit, what's that?
What? That Firm shit, that Firm shit

Everyday I'mma polli bout
Who's the best hotty out?
And will they ever let Gotti out?
Am I real? Feel free to try me out
Guaranteed eternally, you signin out
I only bang quarters, not a thing shorter
Than a dime
Rhyme like a crime scene reporter
Thought shorty would lose but
The game taught her
Hoodrat just like Thelma, James' daughter
Killer put you on, got you laced in Bucon
Blood is stone
Where the place you call home?

Brooklyn girl, plotted then I took the world
You know the whole drill, Na Na so Ill
Make mills and escro, decimals
Cancun, Mexico, X-and-O
Bracelets got all, along with gold
Now it's platinum rings, songs is sold
Hot from the jumpstart, let the guns spark
Thriller, will I shot to the
Top of the charts

Head honcho, cat Esco
Push everything from the Coupe to the Fo'
Never love a ho, get my dick sucked
Smoke the chocolate, trick my chicks up
Pass all the ki's to mami, whip it up
Fox get the B's, Bonnie live it up

Your love, so good you deserve some hardcore
(That Firm shit, that Firm shit)
Your love, so good you deserve some hardcore
(That Firm shit, that Firm shit)

FIRM, NIGGA WHAT? Get my twat licked
Never love a trick, get him for his chips
Fuck him and his dick, nigga where the six?
He actin like a bitch
He should've known this
Got the stone the wrist
I ain't no bonin this
Bomb ass shit, I could play with my shit

Rap niggas, capitalise, stack figures
Cognac is that liquor got me all numbed out
Now I'm in the street with the guns out
Niggas better take me home, 'fore I dumbs out
Might fuck around, lay somethin down
Wit mad niggas out here to see that shit
We that click, runnin shit up in New Yick
All the way down to Hicktown, layin it down

Fox be the classiest, the sassiest
The clubs, all thugs grab my wrists
Offer me moselle Crist
More of the shit to hold you with
Keep hatin I'mma fold your bitch
Should've known to control that chick
Hoes mad cos I roll the 6
Doe full of ices, black Isis
Sidewalk, my niggas stay fuckin your girl
The rest be
Hoes in stretch jeans with red seams
Take it from me, let a nigga dream
Make em lick that, get the cat for his cream

Your love, so good you deserve some hardcore
(That Firm shit, that Firm shit)
Your love, so good you deserve some hardcore
(That Firm shit, that Firm shit)

It's about time I reverse that
Bitches learn game, rehearse that
It ain't no love, ma remember that
Ya hoes wanna slap while I
Got him on his back tryin to hurt that

Think you're grown
Half the niggas sittin at home
Watchin the kids, while you're gettin it on
I'm too smart for that, caught you creepin
Receipts in your Prada bag
Suites every weekend
Spendin my doe, I coulda spent that on hydro
You ain't slick enough, think I don't know

Dumb ass, think I slept on your bum ass
Knew the whole stee bout a chip like me
Did it on G-P, let you eat me
Couldn't freak me, I'm better off with TV
(That Firm shit, that Firm shit)

Can't get enough, oooooh oooooh
Oooooh oooohooooh
(That Firm shit, that Firm shit)

Your love, so good you deserve some hardcore
(That Firm shit, that Firm shit)
Your love, so good you deserve some hardcore
(That Firm shit, that Firm shit)
Your love, so good you deserve some hardcore
(That Firm shit, that Firm shit)
Can't get enough, oooooh oooooh
Oooooh oooohooooh
(That Firm shit, that Firm shit)