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
like i eat up the track its only when i turned 16 that i start facin facts so i had a weed named yack kicked the habbit like it was laced with
Washrags hangin from every one of our back pockets From every fine wine to champagne them niggas'll straight cop it And set up shops in them neighborhoods that was residential Rock laced
trying to keep the man down. Get up. Get down. Sit up. Sit down. It's either fancy footwork or get bit by the hounds. Face up. Face down. Laced up. Laced down. It
don, who plays it all night long? 50 mill strong, Handle like napalm. Word is bond Who get it on when it's time to drop a bomb? Sadq keep it cool
your lip, rush ya clique, what? Outz in the area tearing things up Crush your chick, touch your trick, what? Outz in the area tearing things up (Sing it
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
make a whole brick, with a half a ki Niggaz hating everyday, it don't make no sense But if it don't make dollars, it don't make no cents So it's money
and start a nigga and flip a brick for the triple figures It's the young cat, black push wigs facts and brackets Bronx drug traffic, soldier heads wreak havoc It
the don, who plays it all night long? 50 mill strong, Handle like napalm. Word is bond Who get it on when it's time to drop a bomb? Sadq keep it cool
