The Firm – Firm Fiasco (Audio, Lyrics)

Throwback to The Firm’s single titled “Firm Fiasco” with Nas, AZ & Foxy Brown. Listen, stream, buy, mp3 download and read the lyrics to the song produced by Chris “The Glove” Taylor & Dr. Dre.

The Firm Firm Fiasco

Today marks the twenty-third birthday of The Firm’s first and only album, appropriately titled The Album. And while it was hardly praised upon its initial release in 1997, the Dr. Dre produced mafioso record has since developed a bit of retroactive acclaim, with many having come to see the project in a new light. Of course, much has been made about “Phone Tap,” but The Album actually has more than a few highlights worth exploring, including the second track “Firm Fiasco.”

Also produced by Dre, who opts to slide gracefully into his criminology bag with a classy and slightly menacing instrumental, “Firm Fiasco” features verses from AZ, Nas, and Foxy Brown. “Personally, I existed when Earth was in need, indeed, human life form transformed from light storms,” spits AZ, channeling some metaphysical energy. “Protons, electrons, neutrons, iced long / Nights long, reptilians, I’ll see y’all in the next millennium.” Foxy Brown makes sure to close things out on a decisive note, rapping “Whoever dare cross us, distort the thoughts across a bitch mind / Pops the nine, leave ’em restin’ in pieces, all my thorough bitches peep this.”

The Firm – Firm Fiasco (ft. Nas, AZ & Foxy Brown) (prod. Chris “The Glove” Taylor & Dr. Dre)

Lyrics

[Intro 1: Nas]
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 twenty-one, twenty-two 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 openin’ the door
Sosa would give the bartender two hundred dollars
Just for keepin’ the ice cold
Yeah, we were legends
Yeah, and we still are legends

[Verse 1: AZ]
Two hundred fallen angels, we ballin’ from every angle
Heavy bag gold, Panamanian chains dangle, let’s tangle
Tabernacles, Elohim’s comin’ at you
Fuck parables, a billion years B.C., original black Jews
Cashews honey now roasted, let’s kill the culprit
He owe shit, toe-to-toe or let .44 spit
Fuck the whole shit, mercury back-tax the birth of me
Personally, I existed when Earth was in need, indeed
Human life form transformed from light storms
Protons, electrons, neutrons, iced long
Nights long, reptilians, I’ll see y’all in the next millennium
What world are we really in?
Amphibians moved to the Caribbeans
Underwater force, placed under the court of law
Usually sport velour, my mind stay core raw
Fill of ambience, love fine fabrics and cars to launch
Nonchalant, usually there are jimmies up in the Bronx
Play low style, through the years, changed my whole profile
Let the doe pile, bet the God be around for a while
Firm Islamic, hit the core of the Earth just like a comet

[Intro 2: AZ]
See, I liked Esco
He knew everybody and everybody knew him
He was the type of guy that rooted for the bad guys in the movies
But, hey

[Verse 2: Nas]
Die for this Firm, live for this Firm, niggas learn
Nothin’ should come before your fam from keys to quarter grams
D’s on corners in the blue van, E’s upon us
‘Cause of warrants, while we smoke hashish enormous
Stack cheese, travel the world like tourists
Went half with Sosa for four bricks
Down in Camden, we handlin’ to D.C
Chicks on flights with China Whites by they tight PP
Wantin’ PC, but all they get is good dick
Or full clips for loose lips by this young ruthless
Suck the pearl tongue juices off your fly missus
Take her out to the Spark’s Steakhouse
Gentleman style, coincidental
Family’s here, meet femme fatale
French connection, Persian wet don, let’s get this ep. on
The Ebony queen, Fox, you grab my left arm
Dre made it QB to Compton, BK and so on
Family strong, consigliere Nature
Makin’ sure we all get this millionaire paper
What a sweet sight for sour eyes, may we all rise
Hope for now on, we never cross sides

[Intro 3: Foxy Brown]
You know what?
Most hoes would’ve left these cats a long time ago
I mean, if your man gave you a gun to hide
What would y’all hoes do?
But you know, the shit kinda turned me on

[Verse 3: Foxy Brown]
Black Madonna, hoes kill for they papos
Ever seen a bitch like this? Queen missus
Rocks the VVS’s on the left wrist
Trick, check this, respect this
Firm niggas lie knee-deep in this bitch
When you need, bitch’ll have my pussy bleed
Swear for ‘em, fuck and take the chair for ‘em
Whoever dare cross us, distort the thoughts across a bitch mind
Pops the nine, leave ’em restin’ in pieces
All my thorough bitches, peep this: Death before dishonor
School me on the dick game, lace me in Gabbana
Peep dat, think I’m flippin’ on these three cats?
Set yo’ clown ass right up with my down ass
Bitch to hold the cash and G’s
Stash the guns for ‘em in the icy E-bikini
Breed a son for ‘em
Long dick style, swallow the enemy’s cum for ’em
Pretty-ass ho, bitches fuck ’em and I dumb on ’em
When Nas pops the Crist, Fox cocks the fifth
Make my doe off of Oz’s and hoes that strip, uh