Hardcore Lyrics by Firm, The

Hardcore Lyrics

    [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

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