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This is what, this what they want huhThis is what it's all aboutTime to take Affirmative Action sonThey just don't understand, you kna'meanNiggas coming sideways thinking stuff is sweet manNiggas don't understand the four devils; lust, envy, hate, jealousyWicked niggas, manYo sit back, relax, catch ya contact, sip your cog-ni-acAnd let's all wash this money through this laundry matSneak attack a new cat sit back, worth top dollarIn fact touch mine's and I'll react like a RottweilerWho could relate, we play for high stakes at gunpointCatch em and break, undress em, tie em with tape no escapeThe Corleone, fettuccine CaponeRoam in your own zone or get kidnapped and clapped in your domeWe got it sewn, The Firm art of war is unknownLower your tone, face it homicide cases get blownAristocrats, politickin daily with diplomatsSee me I'm an official mack, Lex Coupe triple blackCriminal thoughts in the blue Porsche, my destiny's to be the new bossThat nigga Paulie gotta die, he too softThat nigga's dead on, a key of her-oinThey found his head on the couch with his dick in his mouthI put the hit outLetras de cancionesYo, the smoothest killer since Bugsy, bitches love meAnd Queens where my drugs be, I wear Guess jeans and rugbiesYo, my people from Medina they will see youWhen you re-up bring your heater all your cream go between usReal shit, my Desert Eagle got a ill gripI chill with niggas that hit Dominican spots and steal bricksMy red beam, made a dread scream and sprayed a Fed teamCorleone be turning niggas to fiendsYukons and ninja black Lexus, Mega the pretty boyWith mafia connections it's The Firm nigga set itYo, my mind is seeing through your design like blind furyI shine jewelry sipping on crushed grapes, we lust papesAnd push cakes inside the casket at Just wakeIt's sickening, he just finished bidding upstateAnd now the projects is talking that somebody gotta die shitIt's logic as long as it's nobody that's in my cliqueMy man Smoke know how to expand coke in Mr. CoffeeFeds cost me two mill' to get the system off meLife's a bitch but God-forbid the bitch divorce meI'll be flooded with ice so hell fire can't scorch meCuban cigars meeting Foxy at the MosqueMoving cars, your top papi Señor EscobarIn the black CamaroFirm deep, all my niggas hail the blackest sparrowWallabee's be the apparelThrough the darkest tunnelI got visions of multimillions in the biggest bundleIn the Lex pushed by my nigga JungleE Money bags got Moet ChandonBundle of sixty-two, they ain't got a clue what we about to doMy whole team, we shitting hard like Czar: Sosa, Foxy Brown, Cormega and EscobarI keep a fat marquess piece, laced in all the illest snake skinArmani sweaters Carolina HerreraBe The Firm baby, from BK to the BridgeMy nigga Wiz, operation Firm Biz, so what the deal isI keep a phat jew-el, sippin Crist-iesSitting on top of fifty grand in the Nautica VanWe stay incogni' like all them thug niggas in MarcyThe Gods they praise Allah with visions of GandhiBet it on my whole crew is Don JuanOn Cayman Island with a case of Cristal and Baba Shallah spokeNigga with them Cubans that snort coke, raw thoughAn ounce mixed with leak that's pure thoughFlipping the bigger pictureThe bigger nigga with the cheddarWas mad dripperHe had a fucking villa in ManillaWe got to flee to Panama but wait it's half-and-halfKeys is one and two-fifth, so how we flipThirty-two grams raw, chop it in halfGet sixteen, double it times threeWe got forty-eight, which mean a whole lot of creamDivide the profit by four, subtract it by eightWe back to sixteen now add the other two that Mega bringing throughSo let's see, if we flip this other keyThen that's more for me, mad coke and mad leakPlus a five hundred cut in half is two-fiftyNow triple that times threeWe got three quarters of another kiThe Firm baby, volume one From Letras Mania