La Familia

[Intro: Movie Sample]

"They can get to anyone, anywhere."

"Drugs, gambling, prostitution, all cash, all moved off shore.

And 30% of their clients are legitiment.

I wouldn't break this Firm.

When that happens you're gonna go to jail like the rest of them.

It'll happen someday believe me.

Your life as you know it is over."

[Cormega:]

Ayo, guns and roses, sons and soldiers

Drug game, cocaine, Ac's and Range Rovers

Snakes plan a way to set their own man up

For grams when they bag up Cristal White

At night pistols might lift you like heat seeking missiles

Streets tempt you, police stop to get you

'Cause niggas you ran with got knocked and snitched too

Your bitch knew the time you faced

You didn't hide the safe

Now she's fucking in your fly estate

By the fireplace, my shine stay laced

Mind original, Firm La Familia, organized criminal's boy

You just a hand to hand soldier, I'm a general

One way ticket to hell is what I'm sending you

Yo, your idiot rookie cops know my props go high

Like Himalayan mountains

Mega bouncing in the Z-3, counting up G's with no doubt son

[Nas:]

I'll die for my niggas

Stick you for pies and lie for my niggas

Plead guilty, get the chair and fry for my niggas

It's essential that we all as they are like and mental

We've been through life, cold blood living sinful

Though we learn from old thugs that made it

Peeped how they've played it

We rated and evaluated, calculated the ages we be

The days we see, chips freely, beyond whips and TV's

Stock bonds, loot flipped the CD's

But niggas hate to see you on top

They'd rather be you what not

I keep the desert eagle up on cock

Spot the victories got quick, why pop shit?

My niggas leave you shot quick in a hop skip

Specialize in fly shit

VS on my breath while niggas gossip on the tactics

I'm on some 'Doe or Die' shit

[Foxy Brown:]

I'll Nana capo, the Firm team Gestapo

36 moves, 37 ways triple days

Triple pays Nana, Fox boogy Firm mama

Kniver the lady cadaver or scarlet whichever O'Hara

The hazardous we laced the Lazarus

Dripping Gambinana, behind the liner

Three niners, from head to toe laced up in Gabbana

With Sosa chip, the 4.6 Range Rover to Villanova

From Castilino to Columbo, Foxy Brown papa

Beyond figures boo, I'll die for my nigga's rollie

The Firm controlee, they chop ki's to clock G's

Rock crocky's and drop three's and cop 3's

[AZ:]

Check my lingo and all the white ice that make my rings glow

I've seen doe, got a dime wife from Santo Domingo

Face it, it's mathematics, basics far from fake shit

My mind is sacred, my skin shine like a Cuban bracelet

Egyptian Pharaoh, potent ganja use to get me paro/paranoid

Now I inhale from gun shots, through my double barrel

Beneath the ground is how the sound travel

So what have you, keep the minds

FEDS not stopping 'til they grab you

Use to bust guns, now into stocks and trust funds

G's and CD's so my seed could soon touch some

The foulness, I once provoke, it's now behind me

It's gon' to take more than selling coke now to buy me

You have me thinking; I gotta kill to keep from sinking

That con way of life; that keeps live niggas from Lincoln

I saw it coming, that's why I slowed down from dumping

Most of my crew is running, can't even afford a summons