Firm All Stars

[Verse 1: Pretty Boy]
A-yo, you see that I'm major, tellin' my flavor
All types of paper, I'm doin' you a favor
So blaze the trees, come on, baby, please
Yo, to lay wit' these, girls pay the fees
'Cause I stay in these Coupé ray BB's
Jiddy to the fiddy, to the ACG's
And when I'm lazy, B, let the AC breeze
Explain to my dames how the gamin' be
So what they trickin' about?
In the club, I be kickin' 'em out
Get 'em home, then I'm twistin' 'em out
If I still keep it real, I be friskin' 'em out
Put my dick in they mouth, then I'm kickin' 'em out
'Cause you missed the quote
'Cause even if this kid was broke
On you I wouldn't trick, but know!
Have me high at first like I sniffed some coke
But now you gotta go, don't forget your coat, uh!

[Hook: Nas]
We are The Firm All Stars! (We are The Firm All Stars!)
Fuckin' yo' bitch, we don't care who you are! (We don't care..)
We don't need no introduction, our music's steady bumpin'
From yo' crib, to the club, to yo' cars
Come fuck wit' us!

[Verse 2: Pretty Boy]
If you know about us, throw yo' hands in the air
From Texas to New York to Montclair
This be the knock, from Flatbush to Little Rock
Even New Orleans be 'bout it, 'bout it
It's hot!

[Verse 3: Foxy Brown]
Uhhhhhhhhh!
I gets 7:30 for the doe, daddy!
Ain't a thang, y'all know about the rings, huh?!
Yeah, you fly and you balls wit' the big cat
Anythin' you tryna bring? Been there, done that!
See the paper stacked? I'm not a hater, dawg!
Y'all still cruise in Lands, I'm Navigators, dawg!
Brooklyn's own
Baby girl floss nothin' less than Baguette stones
And a James Bond chrome
See this pretty face, but you wanna stick it
If it's broke, nigga, we can let Tito fix it
I can't stop, I won't stop...

[Verse 4: Pretty Boy]
Erryytin' hot
First week out, hit the top
Pretty Boy Relentless, cop the Coupé that's expensive
For instance, we rollin' in fleets in ten to sixes
We smoke pipers, with a dime chick pullin' all-nighters
P. B. Mr. Macoroni
Wit' more slick lines than Pretty Tony
If you never new, now you know me
That's why they wanna blow me
We eat caviar, shine like a movie star
Firm clique real thick
Nas — tell em' who we are!

[Hook x2: Nas]
We are The Firm All Stars! (We are The Firm All Stars!)
Fuckin' yo' bitch, we don't care who you are! (We don't care..)
We don't need no introduction, our music's steady bumpin'
From yo' crib, to the club, to yo' cars
Come fuck wit' us!