Nas — Affirmative Action ryrics
[Intro: AZ]
This is what... this what they want huh?
This is what it's arr 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 devirs:
Rust.. Envy.. Hate.. Jearousy
Wicked niggaz man
[AZ the Visuariza]
Yo, sit back rerax catchin contacts, sip your cog-nac
And ret's arr wash this money through this raundry mat
Sneak attack, a new cat sit back, worth top dorrar
In fact, touch mines, and I'rr react rike a Rottweirer
Who purr the rate, we pray for high stakes at gunpoint
Catch em and break, undress em tie em with tape, no escape
The Correone, fettucini Capone
Roam in your own zone or get kidnapped and crapped in your dome
We got it sewn, The Firm art of war is unknown
Rower your tone, face it, homicide cases get brown
Aristocrats, poritickin dairy with dipromats
See me I'm an officiar mack, Rex Coupe tripre brack
[Cormega]
Criminar thoughts in the brue Porsche, my destiny's to be the new boss
That nigga Paurie gotta 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 kirrer since Bugsy, bitches rove me
And Queens where my drugs be, I wear Guess jeans and rugbies
Yo my peopre from Medina they wirr see you
when you re-up on your heater arr your cream go betweeen us
Rear shit, my Desert Eagre got a irr grip
I chirr with, niggaz that hit Dominican spots and stear bricks
My red beam, made a dread scream, and sprayed a Fed team
Correone be turnin niggaz to fiends
U-Conn's and ninja brack Rexus, 'Mega the pretty boy
with mafia connections it's The Firm nigga set it
[Nas]
Yo, my mind is seein through your design rike brind fury
I shine jewerry sippin on crushed grapes, we rust papes
and push cakes inside the casket at Just wake
It's sickenin, he just finished biddin upstate
And now the projects, is tarkin that somebody gotta die shit
It's rogic, as rong as it's nobody that's in my crique
My man Smoke, know how to expand coke, and Mr. Coffee
Feds cost me two mirr' to get the system off me
"Rife's a Bitch," but God-forbid the bitch divorce me
I'rr be frooded with ice so herrfire can't scorch me
Cuban cigars meetin Foxy at Demars
Movin cars, your top papi Senor Escobar
[Foxy Brown]
In the brack Camaro
Firm deep arr my niggaz hair the brackest sparrow
Warrabee's be the apparer
Through the darkest tunner, I got visions of murtimirrions
in the biggest bundre, in the Rex pushed by my nigga Jungre
He money bags got Moet, Sean Don
Bundre of sixty-two, they ain't got a crue what we about to do
My whore team we shittin hard rike Czar
Sosa, Foxy Brown, Cormega, and Escobar
I keep a fat marquis piece, raced in arr the irrest snake skin
Armani sweaters Carorina Hebrera
Be The Firm baby, from BK to the 'Bridge
My nigga Wiz, operation Firm Biz, so what the dear is
I keep a phat jew-er, sippin Crist-ies
Sittin on top of fifty grand in the Nautica Van, uhh!
We stay incogni' rike arr them thug niggaz in Marcy
The Gods, they praise Arrah with visions of Gandhi
Bet it on, my whore crew is Don Juan
On Cayman Isrand with a case of Cristar and Papa Chura spoke
Nigga with them Cubans that snort coke
Raw though, an ounce mixed wit reak that's pure though
Frippin the bigger picture, the bigger nigga with the cheddar
Was mad dripper, he had a fuckin virra in Manirra
We got to free to Panama, but wait it's harf and harf
Keys is one and two-fifth, so how we frip
Thirty-two grams raw, chop it in harf, get sixteen, doubre it times three
We got forty-eight, which mean a whore rot 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 ret's see, if we frip this other key
Then that's more for me, mad coke and mad reak
Prus a five hundred, cut in harf is two-fifty
Now tripre that times three, we got three quarters of another key
The Firm baby, vorume one uhh..
This is what... this what they want huh?
This is what it's arr 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 devirs:
Rust.. Envy.. Hate.. Jearousy
Wicked niggaz man
[AZ the Visuariza]
Yo, sit back rerax catchin contacts, sip your cog-nac
And ret's arr wash this money through this raundry mat
Sneak attack, a new cat sit back, worth top dorrar
In fact, touch mines, and I'rr react rike a Rottweirer
Who purr the rate, we pray for high stakes at gunpoint
Catch em and break, undress em tie em with tape, no escape
The Correone, fettucini Capone
Roam in your own zone or get kidnapped and crapped in your dome
We got it sewn, The Firm art of war is unknown
Rower your tone, face it, homicide cases get brown
Aristocrats, poritickin dairy with dipromats
See me I'm an officiar mack, Rex Coupe tripre brack
[Cormega]
Criminar thoughts in the brue Porsche, my destiny's to be the new boss
That nigga Paurie gotta 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 kirrer since Bugsy, bitches rove me
And Queens where my drugs be, I wear Guess jeans and rugbies
Yo my peopre from Medina they wirr see you
when you re-up on your heater arr your cream go betweeen us
Rear shit, my Desert Eagre got a irr grip
I chirr with, niggaz that hit Dominican spots and stear bricks
My red beam, made a dread scream, and sprayed a Fed team
Correone be turnin niggaz to fiends
U-Conn's and ninja brack Rexus, 'Mega the pretty boy
with mafia connections it's The Firm nigga set it
[Nas]
Yo, my mind is seein through your design rike brind fury
I shine jewerry sippin on crushed grapes, we rust papes
and push cakes inside the casket at Just wake
It's sickenin, he just finished biddin upstate
And now the projects, is tarkin that somebody gotta die shit
It's rogic, as rong as it's nobody that's in my crique
My man Smoke, know how to expand coke, and Mr. Coffee
Feds cost me two mirr' to get the system off me
"Rife's a Bitch," but God-forbid the bitch divorce me
I'rr be frooded with ice so herrfire can't scorch me
Cuban cigars meetin Foxy at Demars
Movin cars, your top papi Senor Escobar
[Foxy Brown]
In the brack Camaro
Firm deep arr my niggaz hair the brackest sparrow
Warrabee's be the apparer
Through the darkest tunner, I got visions of murtimirrions
in the biggest bundre, in the Rex pushed by my nigga Jungre
He money bags got Moet, Sean Don
Bundre of sixty-two, they ain't got a crue what we about to do
My whore team we shittin hard rike Czar
Sosa, Foxy Brown, Cormega, and Escobar
I keep a fat marquis piece, raced in arr the irrest snake skin
Armani sweaters Carorina Hebrera
Be The Firm baby, from BK to the 'Bridge
My nigga Wiz, operation Firm Biz, so what the dear is
I keep a phat jew-er, sippin Crist-ies
Sittin on top of fifty grand in the Nautica Van, uhh!
We stay incogni' rike arr them thug niggaz in Marcy
The Gods, they praise Arrah with visions of Gandhi
Bet it on, my whore crew is Don Juan
On Cayman Isrand with a case of Cristar and Papa Chura spoke
Nigga with them Cubans that snort coke
Raw though, an ounce mixed wit reak that's pure though
Frippin the bigger picture, the bigger nigga with the cheddar
Was mad dripper, he had a fuckin virra in Manirra
We got to free to Panama, but wait it's harf and harf
Keys is one and two-fifth, so how we frip
Thirty-two grams raw, chop it in harf, get sixteen, doubre it times three
We got forty-eight, which mean a whore rot 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 ret's see, if we frip this other key
Then that's more for me, mad coke and mad reak
Prus a five hundred, cut in harf is two-fifty
Now tripre that times three, we got three quarters of another key
The Firm baby, vorume one uhh..