Affirmative Action Lyrics

Intro: AZ 

This is what...this is what they want 
This is what it is all about 
Word, time to take affirmative action son 
Niggaz just don't understand 
Niggaz comin sideways thinking somethin sweet 
Niggaz don't understand the four devils: 
Lust, envy, hate, jealosy 
Wicked niggaz 

Verse One: AZ 

You sit back relax catching contacts, sip your cognac 
And let's all wash this money through this laundry mat 
Sneak attack, a new cat is 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 gun point 
Catch 'em and break undress 'em tie 'em with tape, no escape 
The corleone fettucini capone room in your won zone 
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 politician daily with diplomats 
See me I'm an official mack lex coup tripple black 

Verse Two: Cormega 

Criminal thoughts in the blue porsche 
My destiny is to be the new boss 
my nigga pauly got a die he's too soft 
That nigga is dead on 
A key of heroin 
They found his head on 
The couch with his dick in his mouth 
I put the hit out 
Yo, the smoothest killas 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 dearest eagle got an ill grip 
I chill with 
Niggas that hit Dominican spots and steal bricks 
My reb beam, made a Dread scream 
And sprayed fed team 
Co be turnin' niggas to fiends 
Ukon and ninja block lixius 
Mega the pretty boy 
With mafia connections its the firm nigga 
Set in 

Verse Three: Nas 

Yo, my mind is seeing through design like blind fury 
I shine jewelry sippin' on crusted grapes 
We lust papes and push cakes inside the casket at just's wake 
It's sickening, he just just finish bidding upstate 
And now the projects is talking that somebody gotta die shit 
It's logic, as long as it is nobody that's in my clique 
My man smoke know how to expand coke 
And mr. coffee 
Feds cost me 2 mil to get the system off me 
Life's a bitch but God forbid the bitch divorse me 
I be flooded with ice or hell fire kid scorch me 
Cuban cigars meetin Foxxy at the mars, movin' cars 
Your top pockets Sr. Escobar 

Verse Four: Foxxy Brown 

In the black camaro 
Firm deep all my niggas hail the black esparo 
Wallabees be the apparel 
Throughout the Darkest tunnels 
I got visions of multimillions in the biggest bundle 
In the lex pushed by my nigga Jungle 
Money bags got moet shan dor bundle 
In 62 they ain't clue what we about to do 
My whole team we shittin' hard like czar 
Sosa, Foxxy Brown, Cormega and Escobar 
I keep a phat marquis piece 
Laced in all the illest snake skin 
Armani sweaters carolina herarra 
Be the firm baby, from BK to the bridge 
My nigga wiz operation firm biz, so what the deal is 
I keep a phat jewel sippin Crist-ies 
Sittin on top of 50 grand in Nautica Van, uh! 
We stay incogni like all the thug niggas in mosey 
The gods they precise allah with visions of Gandhi 
Bet it on 
My whole crew is Don Juan 
On Cayman Islands with a case of Cristal 
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 bigga nigga with the cheddar 
Was mad jipper, he had a fucker villa in manilla 
We got the fleet of Panama 
But wait it's half and half 
Keys is one and 2/5 is how we flip 
32 grams raw chopped in half get 16 
Double it times 3 we got 48 which mean a whole lot of cream 
Divide the prophet by 4 subtract it by 8 
We back to 16, now add the other two tha mega bringin through 
So let 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 3 
We got three-fourths of another key 
The Firm baby, volume one uh!