Nas, J.Period - Affirmative Action

[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 knahmean?
Niggas comin' sideways, thinkin' stuff is sweet, man,
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 con-gi-ac
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 with 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 with 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 cream go between us.
Real shit, my Desert Eagle got an ill grip,
I chill with 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 Hell fire 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,
Wallabee's be the apparel.
Through the darkest tunnel
I got visions of multi millions in the biggest bundle,
In the Lex pushed by my nigga Jungle.
E Money bags got Moët Chandon,
Bundle of sixty-two,
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 fat marquis 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 got to 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 three, we got 48, which mean a whole lotta cream,
Divide the profit by four, subtract it by eight, we back to 16,
Now add the other two 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 five hundred cut in half is two-fifty,
Now triple that times three,
We got three quarters of another ki.
The Firm, baby, Vol. 1!