Affirmative Action (Remix)

[Verse 1: Foxy Brown] Check it, uhh Protect this, nigga, for the necklace I throw the death wish The pretty slim sex shit to rep this Remember Fox said this, we on some next shit We are blessed this, the scars on our back mean we meant this To lie for 'em, the 25-sentence to keep my eyes on 'em I'm straight, knowin' Allah'll shine on 'em Shitty drugs and drama Opposite 3 pretty thugs and a Don mama Fill in the rest, the steel in they chest When Boogs threw the kiss of death, it was over, and we laid out Chill, I was open off the way he ate out, it was real For real, I was fuckin' with mills and he was frag-ile We wildin', the Brown Stallion stay stylin' On the low foulin', the whole Firm wildin' We lucked it, I know the trick bitch he fuck with On some duct shit, heard through the grape that she suck dick The Firm — Sos’ and Esco, mad loco Fox and 'Mega for whatever And through this cheddar, we gon' stay family 'til we fry, though The fam’ll never split, even if one of us die, though Along with our Kikos, we gon' blaze 'til the brick go Peep the Na-Na, sweet taboo 'The Firm' tattooed on the ta-ta Now, tell me what crew will hold it down like we do, Da-Da? [Verse 2: AZ] 'Til the death of this, murderous moves pursued effortless Iced necklace, high-priced dressed executives Peep the grammar, slim built, strong stamina .44 nickel-plate long with the silencer Play for keeps, any shut-eye, you stay sleep Shit remain deep, get shells thrown at ya Range Jeep Giuliani sweep got all the kings goin' up creek Double life bids, now who left controllin' the streets? No intelligence, strictly slow niggas' minds are negligent It's evident, Feds vest-up, raid ya residence We all for livin', heavyweight Firm division Mind detect mind, eatin' swine's against my religion You know the steez — take aim, cock and squeeze It's the prophecies, not the philosophies of Socrates [Bridge: AZ & (Cormega)] Next up? (Yo, I believe that's me!) A-yo, 'Mega, represent for the family [Verse 3: Cormega] A-yo! The Feds got me in the Top 10 'Cause when my door got knocked in, my .44 made cops spin My sinister mind shines like a Dillinger 'Mega exhausted, baby-faced crime emperor Yo! Life is based on cultures and creeds And peep the way drugs feed a thug nigga's seeds I've seen niggas lined up, handcuffed and tied-up Coke prices rise when drugs supply dry-up The Millennium drives up Rims semi blind ya eyes temporarily Mind of 'Mega be heavily armed for felonies Shine you could never see! The next Fat Cat of NYC! It Was Written like ghetto life hieroglyphics Livin' since my real niggas bailed me outta prison A lot of schemes 'cause the narcotics team in Queens Have more dollars than the knowledge of fiends My dream — hit the legacy of Montana treasury Fake thugs can either take slugs or bury me [Verse 4: Nas] To all thoroughbreds takin' the corners — y'all need to join us Firm — most powerful nation of rap performers High-class generals, confidants payin' lawyers Swift as Oscar De La Hoya, Green Beret warriors Fakes, I peep 'em like the J. Kennedy tape In the nude with Jude, bustin' all in her face In other words, yo, you see-through My man built the Sugar Hill from a sweet tooth We all eat 'cause I speak truth Uneducated black youth, street diploma Teach Greeks and Romans, but the legacy was stolen It's a Firm thing, generally gleam I wrote the theme on how to sell a million While you crabs is mad at ya promotion team I roll with the nicest Fox — black Isis pushin' Benz without a license Gear tight as vice-grips Nas got nineteen wifies Seven sheisty, nine of 'em Pisces, three white meats under Tai Chi Wildin', big links is heavy like weights That you throw on a pit-bull neck while feedin' him raw steak It's core, take more cake I take the crown off the so-called king of the town And lock it down! [Outro: Jungle] Yeah, dunn! That's it, dunn! Y'all niggas ripped that shit! Yo, word is bond! That's that real shit for all y'all fake motherfuckers out there, yo! That's how we do it from Queensbridge, nigga The Firm! What! This is Jungle! Yo, Big Jungle, boy, what!? Y'all niggas don't want it Yo, Style! If these niggas don't know right now, yo Fuck all them niggas then!