[nas escobar]   What?    That firm shit, that firm shit, what's that?    What?    That firm shit, that firm shit      Everyday i'ma 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 short of   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   Bledest stone, where the place you call home?       [foxy brown]   Brooklyn girl, plotted then I took the world   You know the whole drill, na na so ill   Make mills and escro, decimals   Cancoon, mexico, x-and-o   Bracelets got all, along with gold   Now it's platinum rings, songs is sold   Hot from the jumpstart, let the game spark   Thriller, will I shot to the top of the charts      [nas escobar]   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      Chorus: (x2)      Your love, so good   You deserve some hardcore   [nas] that firm shit, that firm shit      [foxy brown]   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      [nas escobar]   Rap niggas, capitalise, stock 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      [foxy brown]   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'ma 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      Chorus (x2)      [foxy brown]   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      [nas escobar]   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, sweets every weekend   Spendin my doe, I coulda spent that on hydro   You ain't slick enough, think I don't know      [foxy brown]   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   [nas] that firm shit, that firm shit      Interlude:      Can't get enough, oooooh oooooh, oooooh oooohooooh   [nas] that firm shit, that firm shit      Chorus (x3)      Interlude to fade