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"Affirmative Action (Remix)" is a track by Nas, from the album Decade 1994–2004, released 1996. Full lyrics are available below. Dork has published 1 article about Nas.
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[Verse 1: Foxy Brown] 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 three 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' He lucked it, I know the trick bitch he fuck with On some duct shit, heard through the grape that she suck dick 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 will 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, and you shut-eye, you stay asleep Shit remain deep, get shells thrown at ya Range Jeep Giuliani sweep got all the kings goin' up creek Devil life biz, 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 ten '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 seed I've seen niggas lined up, handcuffed and tied-up Coke prices rise when drug supplies 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 outta 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 is the legacy of Montana treasury Fake thugs could 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 Jayne Kennedy tape In the nude with dude 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 — genuinely gleam I wrote the theme on how to sell a million While ya crabs is mad at ya promotion team I roll with the nicest — Fox, Black Isis Push a Benz without a license, gear tight as vice-grips Nas got nineteen wifeys — seven sheisty, nine of them Pisces Three white meats, on the Tai Chi Wildin', big links is heavy like weights That you throw on a pit bull neck while feedin' 'em raw steak It's core, take more cake I take the crown off the so-called king of the town and lock it down (And lock it down.. yeah) [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, Stoute, if these niggas don't know by now, yo Fuck all them niggas then
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