Firm All Stars

Lyrics

[Intro: Pretty Boy] Trackmasters [Verse 1: Pretty Boy] A-yo, you see that I'm major, tellin' my flavor All types of paper, I'm doin' you a favor So blaze the trees, come on, baby, please Yo, to lay wit' these, girls pay the fees 'Cause I stay in these Coupé ray BB's Jiddy to the fiddy, to the ACG's And when I'm lazy, B, let the AC breeze Explain to my dames how the gamin' be So what they trickin' about? In the club, I be kickin' 'em out Get 'em home, then I'm twistin' 'em out If I still keep it real, I be friskin' 'em out Put my dick in they mouth, then I'm kickin' 'em out 'Cause you missed the quote 'Cause even if this kid was broke On you I wouldn't trick, but know! Have me high at first like I sniffed some coke But now you gotta go, don't forget your coat, uh! [Hook: Nas & Pretty Boy] We are The Firm All Stars! (We are The Firm All Stars!) Fuckin' yo' bitch, we don't care who you are! (We don't care..) We don't need no introduction, our music's steady bumpin' (Uh-huh) From yo' crib, to the club, to yo' cars Come fuck wit' us! [Verse 2: Pretty Boy] If you know about us, throw yo' hands in the air From Texas to New York to Montclair This be the knock, from Flatbush to Little Rock Even New Orleans be 'bout it, 'bout it It's hot! [Verse 3: Foxy Brown] Uhhhhhhhhh! I gets 7:30 for the doe, daddy! Ain't a thang, y'all know about the rings, huh?! Yeah, you fly and you balls wit' the big cat Anythin' you tryna bring? Been there, done that! See the paper stacked? I'm not a hater, dawg! Y'all still cruise in Lands, I'm Navigators, dawg! Brooklyn's own Baby girl floss nothin' less than Baguette stones And a James Bond chrome See this pretty face, but you wanna stick it If it's broke, nigga, we can let Tito fix it I can't stop, I won't stop... [Verse 4: Pretty Boy] Erryytin' hot First week out, hit the top Pretty Boy Relentless, cop the Coupé that's expensive For instance, we rollin' in fleets in ten to sixes We smoke pipers, with a dime chick pullin' all-nighters P. B. Mr. Macoroni Wit' more slick lines than Pretty Tony If you never new, now you know me That's why they wanna blow me We eat caviar, shine like a movie star Firm clique real thick Nas — tell em' who we are! [Hook x2: Nas] We are The Firm All Stars! (We are The Firm All Stars!) Fuckin' yo' bitch, we don't care who you are! (We don't care..) We don't need no introduction, our music's steady bumpin' From yo' crib, to the club, to yo' cars Come fuck wit' us!