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Artist:Nas F/ AZ, Foxy Brown, Cormega (The Firm)
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Album:Miscellaneous
Track:Affirmative Action
 
Date Added:18/10/2007
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Views:427
 
Lyrics:Intro: AZ

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?
Niggaz comin sideways thinkin stuff is sweet man
Yknahmean?
Niggaz
don't understand the four devils:
Lust.. Envy.. Hate.. Jealousy
Wicked niggaz man


[AZ the Visualiza]
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

[Cormega]
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, niggaz
that hit Dominican spots and steal bricks
My red beam, made a dread scream, and sprayed a Fed
team
Corleone be turnin niggaz to fiends
U-Conn's and ninja black Lexus, 'Mega the pretty
boy
with mafia connections it's The Firm nigga set it

[Nas]
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

[Foxy Brown]
In the black
Camaro
Firm deep all my niggaz 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 niggaz 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 key
The Firm baby,
volume one uhh..
 
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