Affirmative Action

Lyrics

[Produced by Dave Atkinson & Trackmasters] [Intro: AZ] This is what.. this what they want, huh? This is what it's all about, word Time to take affirmative action, son They just don't understand, you know what I mean? Niggas comin' sideways, thinkin' stuff is sweet, man You know what I mean? Niggas don't understand the four devils: Lust, envy, hate, jealousy Wicked niggas, man [Verse 1: AZ] Yo, sit back, relax, catch your contact, sip your Cognac And let's all wash this money through this laundromat Sneak attack, the new cats in rap worth top dollar In fact, touch mines and I'll react like a Rottweiler! Who could relate? We play for high stakes at gunpoint Catch 'em and break, undress 'em, tie 'em with tape, no escape The Corleone, fettuccine 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 thrown Aristocrats politickin' daily wit' diplomats See, me, I'm an official mack, Lex Coupe triple black [Verse 2: 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 ki of heroin They found his head on the couch wit' his dick in his mouth I put the hit out! Yo! The smoothest killer since Bugsy, bitches love me In Queens where my drugs be, I wear Guess jeans and rugbies Yo, my people from Medina, they will see ya when you re-up Bring your heater, all your C.R.E.A.M. go between us Real shit! My Desert Eagle got a ill grip I chill wit' niggas that hit Dominican spots and steal bricks My red beam made a dread scream and sprayed a Fed team Corleone be turnin' niggas to fiends Yukons and ninja black Lexus 'Mega — the pretty boy with Mafia connections It's The Firm, nigga, set it! [Verse 3: 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 in 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 Señor Escobar [Verse 4: Foxy Brown] In the black Camaro, Firm deep All my niggas hail the blackest sparrow Wallabees be the apparel through the darkest tunnel I got visions of multi millions in the biggest bundle In a Lex pushed by my nigga Jungle E-Moneybags got Moët Chandon, bundle of 62 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 phat marquess piece, laced in all the illest snake skin Armani sweaters, Carolina Herrera 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' Cristy Sittin' on top of fifty grand in the Nautica Van, uh! We stay incogni' like all them thug niggas 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 Baba Shallah spoke, nigga with them Cubans that snort coke Raw though, an ounce mixed with 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 gotta flee to Panama But wait — it's half-and-half, ki's is one and two-fifth, so how we flip? 32 grams raw, chop it in half, get 16, double it, times 3 We got 48, which mean a whole lot of C.R.E.A.M Divide the profit by 4, subtract it by 8, we back to 16 Now add the other 2 that 'Mega bringin' through So let's see, if we flip this other ki, then that's more for me Mad coke and mad leak plus a 500, cut in half is 250 Now triple that — times 3, we got three quarters of another ki [Outro: Foxy Brown] The Firm, baby, Vol. 1, uh!