Nas - Affirmative Action lyrics

Album: It Was Written (1996)

Intro AZ:This is what... this what they want huh?
This is what it is 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, & I will react like a Rottweiler
Who pull the late, we play for high stakes at gunpoint
Catch ´em & break, undress ´em tie ´em with tape, no escape
The Corleone, fettucini Capone
Roam in your own zone or get kidnapped & 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 am 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 have got to 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 & rugbies
Yo my people from Medina they´ll 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 & steal bricks
My red beam, made a dread scream, & sprayed a Fed team
Corleone be turnin niggaz to fiends
U-Conn´s & ninja black Lexus, ´Mega the pretty boy
with mafia connections it is 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 is sickenin, he just finished biddin upstate
And now the projects, is talkin that somebody have got to die shit
It is logic, as long as it is nobody that is in my clique
My man Smoke, know how to expand coke, & Mr. Coffee
Feds cost me two mill´ to get the system off me
"Life is a Bitch," but God-forbid the bitch divorce me
I will 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 aint got a clue what we about to do
My whole team we shittin hard like Czar
Sosa, Foxy Brown, Cormega, & 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 & Papa Chula spoke
Nigga with them Cubans that snort coke
Raw though, an ounce mixed wit leak that is pure though
Flippin the bigger picture, the bigger nigga with the cheddar
Was mad dripper, he had a f*ckin villa in Manilla
We got to flee to Panama, but wait it is half & half
Keys is one & two-5th, 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 is more for me, mad coke & 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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