Good riddance!
2 kormega: peeps this
The Firm - La Familia (unreleased)
as heard by Mozzy
[Cormega]
Guns & roses, sons & soldiers
Drug game, cocaine, Ac's and Range Rovers
Snakes plan to set their own man up
For grams when they bag up crystal white at night
Pistols might leave you like heat-seeker missiles
Streets tip you, police out to get you
Cuz niggaz you ran with got knocked and snitched, too
Your bitch knew, time you fade
You didn't hide the safe
Now she's fucking in your fly estate
Part of fine play, my shine stays laced
Mind's original, Firm La Familia
Organized criminals, boy
You're just hand-to-hand soldier, I'm a general
One-way ticket to hell is what I'm sending you
Yo, you idiot crooked cops know my props go high
Like Himalayan mountains, 'Mega bouncing
In the Z3, counting up G's, no doubt
[Nas]
I die for my niggaz, stick you for pies and lie for my niggaz
Plead guilty, get the chair and fry for my niggaz
It's essential that we all as they
Alike in mental
We've been through life
Cold blood living sinful
Though we learned from old dawgs that made it
Peeped who they played it
We rated and evaluated,
Calculated, age is weepy
The days that we see chips freely
Beyond whips and TVs
Stock bonds, Lou flipped the CDs
But niggaz hate to see you on top, they'd rather be you what not
I keep the Desert Eagle punk cocked
Spot the Vicky Dee's guy quick
Why pop shit my leave ya shot quicker than a hop skip
Specialize in fly shit, bs on my breath while niggaz gossip
On the tostic, I'm on some doe or die shit
[Foxy]
Ill Na Na cap 'em, the Firm Inga's staple
36 moves, 37 ways triple days triple pays
Na Na, Fox Boogie Firm momma, kuniva
The Lady Godiva, or Scarlet whichever O'Hara
It's hazardous, we lace the lazarus
Triple Gambinana, behind-the-liner, three Nanas
From head to toe laced up in Gabana
This South-side chick, the 4.6 Range Rover, the Villaneuva
From Castellano to Colombo, Foxy Brown poppa,
Behind the figures, boo, I die for my niggaz, Rolly
The Firm controllee, the chops keys, they clock G's, rock Rockees
They drop threes and cop trees
[Az]
Check my lingo and all the white ice that make my rings glow
I've seen doe, got a dime wife who's in San Domingo
Face it, it's mathematics, basics far from fake shit
My mind is sacred, my skin shines like a Cuban bracelet
Egyptian pharaoh, rolling ganja used to give me power
Now I unhealthy, gunshots through my double barrel
Beneath the ground is how the sounds travel, so what have you?
Keep in mind, the feds won't stop until they grab you
Used to bust guns, now it's just stocks and trust funds
Cheese and CDs so my seed can soon touch some, the foulness
I once provoked is now behind me, it gonna take more than selling coke
Now to bind me, you had me thinking I got to kill
To keep from sinking, eking out way of life
That keep live niggaz from linking, I saw it coming
That's why slowed down from dumbing, most of my crew was running
Can't even afford a summons
Now, Foxy's got vicious flow, but damn the text is stupid! I guess it was a trend those days to have a chick in the crew...
