Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
AZ
Performer
Nas
Performer
Foxy Brown
Performer
Dr. Dre
Keyboards
Sean Cruse
Guitar
Camara Kambon
Keyboards
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Foxy Brown
Songwriter
Anthony Cruz
Songwriter
Nasir Jones
Songwriter
Chris "The Glove" Taylor
Songwriter
Andre Young
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dr. Dre
Producer
Glove
Producer
Richard Huredia
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
As far back as I can remember, I always wanted to be in the firm
I can remember when I first met Sosa, it was a glorious time
There were wise guys everywhere, we were around 21, 22 at the time
Yeah every place we go, every party
People would stop and stare when we walked in
We would give the doorman a hundred dollars just for opening the door
Sosa give the doorman two hundred dollars
Just for keeping the ice cold
Yeah we were legends, yeah and we still are legends
[Verse 2]
Two hundred fallen angels, we ballin from every angel
Heavy bag gold, panamania changed angle
Let's tangle, tabernacles
Ill lukiens coming at you, fuck parus
A billion years B-C, original black Jew
Cashews honey now roasted, let's kill the culprits
He owe us shit, toe toe toe with that four four bit
Fuck the hoe shit, mercury, back tax? birth? for me
Personally I existed when Earth was in need, indeed
Human lifeform transformed from light storms
Poltrons, electrons, nuetrons, iced long
Nights long, replitilaians i'll see ya in the next millenium
What world are we really in? amphibians moved to the carribean
Underwater force, placed under the court law
Usually sport warlaw, my mind stay core raw
Fill of ambiants, love fine carats and cars that launch
Nonchalaunt, usually there are Jimmies up in the palms
Play low style, Guteians change my whole profile
Left the dope pile, bet the guard be around for awhile
First islamic, hit the corner of the earth just like a comet
[Verse 3]
See I like esco
He knew everybody and everybody knew him
He was that type of guy that routed for the bad guys in the movies
But hey
[Verse 4]
Die for this firm, live for this firm
**** learn, never should come before your fam
From ki's to ported grams, these are corners in the blue van
E's upon us, cause of warrants while we smoke hash, cheese enormous
Stack cheese
Travel the world with Taurus, went half with Sosa for four bricks
Down in Camdon, we handlin to D. C
Chicks on flights with China Whites by they tight PP
Wanting PC but all they get is good dick or four clips
For loose lips, by the jungle flise
Suck the pearl tongue juices, off you fly misses
Take her out to the Sparks Steakhouse, gentlemen
Style, coincidental, family's here
Meet fem fatale, french connection
Persian wet don, let's get this F on
The Ebony queen, Fox you grab my left arm
Dre made QB the conton, BK and so on
Family strong? Nature, make sure we all get this millionaire's paper
What a sweet site for sour eyes, may we all rise
Hope for now on, we never cross sides
[Verse 5]
You know what? most hoes would have left these cats a long time ago
I mean if your man gave you a gun to hide, what would ya'll hoes do?
But you know the shit kinda turned me on
[Verse 6]
Black Madonna, hoes kill for they popals
Never seen a bitch like this, queen misses
Rock BDS's on the left wrists, trick check this
Respect this, firm **** lie knee deep in this bitch
Wanna need bitch and have my pussy bleed, swear for em
Fuck and take the chair for em, whoever dare cross us
The thoughts that thoughts across a bitch's minds, pops that nine
Leave em resting in pieces, while my thorough bitches peep this
Death before decid-a, screw me on the dick-a
Lace me in Gabanna, peep that
Think i'm flippin o these three cats
Set yo clown ass right up with my down ass
Written by: Andre Young, Anthony Cruz, Chris "The Glove" Taylor, Chris B. Taylor, Inga Marchand, Nasir Jones

