Affirmative Action - Remix Edited Version

This is what, this what they want huh?
This is what its all about
What? Time to take
Affirmative
Action son
They just dont understand, you know
I mean?Niggaz comin sideways, thinkin stuff is sweet man
You know what
I mean?Niggaz dont understand the four devils
Lust, envy, hate, jealousy
Wicked niggaz man
Yo, sit back, relax, catchin contacts, sip your cognac
And lets all wash this money through this laundry mat
Sneak attack, a new cat sit back, worth top dollar
In fact, touch mines and
Ill react like a
Rottweiler
Who pull the late, we play for high stakes at gunpoint
Catch em and break, undress em, tie em with tape, no escape
The Corleone,
Fettucini
CaponeRoam 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 blown
Aristocrats, politickin daily with diplomats
See me Im an official mack,
Lex Coupe triple black
Criminal thoughts in the blue
Porsche, my destinys to be the new boss
That nigga
Paulie gotta die too soft
That niggas dead on, a key 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
And Queens where my drugs be,
I wear Guess jeans and rugbies
Yo my people from
Medina they will see you
When you re up on your heater all your cream go between us
Real shit, my
Desert Eagle got a ill grip
I chill with, niggaz that hit
Dominican spots and steal bricks
My red beam, made a dread scream and sprayed a
Fed teamCorleone be turnin niggaz to fiends
Yukons and ninja black
Lexus, Mega the pretty boy
With mafia connections its
The Firm nigga set it
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 WakeIts sickenin, he just finished biddin upstate
And now the projects, is talkin that somebody gotta die shit
Its logic, as long as its nobody thats in my clique
My man Smoke, know how to expand coke and
Mr. Coffee
Feds cost me two mill to get the system off me' Lifes a Bitch' but
God forbid, the bitch divorce me
Ill be flooded with ice so, hellfire cant scorch me
Cuban cigars meetin
Foxy at Demars
Movin cars, your top papi
Senor Escobar
In the black
CamaroFirm deep all my niggaz hail the blackest sparrow
Wallabees be the apparel
Through the darkest tunnel,
I got visions of multimillions
In the biggest bundle, in the
Lex pushed by my nigga
JungleHe money bags got
Moet, Sean
DonBundle of sixty-two, they aint got a clue what we about to do
My whole team we shittin hard like
CzarSosa,
Foxy Brown,
Cormega and
EscobarI keep a fat marquis piece, laced in all the illest snake skin
Armanisweaters
Carolina Hebrera
Be The Firm baby, from
BK to the
BridgeMy nigga
Wiz, operation
Firm Biz, so what the deal is
I keep a phat jewel, sippin
CristiesSittin on top of fifty grand in the
Nautica Van, uhh
We stay incogni like all them thug niggaz in
MarcyThe Gods, they praise
Allah with visions of
GandhiBet it on, my whole crew is
Don JuanOn
Cayman Island with a case of
Cristal and
Papa Chula spoke
Nigga with them
Cubans that snort coke
Raw though, an ounce mixed wit leak thats pure though
Flippin the bigger picture, the bigger nigga with the cheddar
Was mad dripper, he had a fuckin villa in
ManillaWe got to flee to
Panama but wait its half and half
Keys is one and two-fifth, so how we flip
Thirty-two grams raw, chop it in half, get sixteen, double it times three
We got forty-eight , which mean a whole lot 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 lets see, if we flip this other key
Then thats 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
KIThe Firm baby, volume one, uhh