Affirmative Action

Nas Featuring AZ And Foxy Brown And Cormega

Intro: AZ



This is what... this what they want huh?

This is what it's all about..

What? Time to take Affirmative Action son

They just don't understand, youknowImean?

Niggaz comin sideways thinkin stuff is sweet man

Yknahmean?

Niggaz don't understand the four devils:

Lust.. Envy.. Hate.. Jealousy

Wicked niggaz man



[AZ the Visualiza]

Yo, sit back relax catchin contacts, sip your cog-nac

And let's all wash this money through this laundry mat

Sneak attack, a new cat sit back, worth top dollar

In fact, touch mines, and I'll react like a Rottweiler

Who pull the late, we play for high stakes at gunpoint

Catch em and break, undress em tie em with tape, no escape

The Corleone, fettucini Capone

Roam in your own zone or get kidnapped and clapped in your dome

We got it sewn, The Firm art of war is unknown

Lower your tone, face it, homicide cases get blown

Aristocrats, politickin daily with diplomats

See me I'm an official mack, Lex Coupe triple black



[Cormega]

Criminal thoughts in the blue Porsche, my destiny's to be the new boss

That nigga Paulie gotta die - he too soft

That nigga's dead on, a key of her-oin, they found his head on

the couch with his dick in his mouth, I put the hit out

Yo, the smoothest killer since Bugsy, bitches love me

And Queens where my drugs be, I wear Guess jeans and rugbies

Yo my people from Medina they will see you

when you re-up on your heater all your cream go betweeen us

Real shit, my Desert Eagle got a ill grip

I chill with, niggaz that hit Dominican spots and steal bricks

My red beam, made a dread scream, and sprayed a Fed team

Corleone be turnin niggaz to fiends

U-Conn's and ninja black Lexus, 'Mega the pretty boy

with mafia connections it's The Firm nigga set it



[Nas]

Yo, my mind is seein through your design like blind fury

I shine jewelry sippin on crushed grapes, we lust papes

and push cakes inside the casket at Just wake

It's sickenin, he just finished biddin upstate

And now the projects, is talkin that somebody gotta die shit

It's logic, as long as it's nobody that's in my clique

My man Smoke, know how to expand coke, and Mr. Coffee

Feds cost me two mill' to get the system off me

"Life's a Bitch," but God-forbid the bitch divorce me

I'll be flooded with ice so hellfire can't scorch me

Cuban cigars meetin Foxy at Demars

Movin cars, your top papi Senor Escobar



[Foxy Brown]

In the black Camaro

Firm deep all my niggaz hail the blackest sparrow

Wallabee's be the apparel

Through the darkest tunnel, I got visions of multimillions

in the biggest bundle, in the Lex pushed by my nigga Jungle

He money bags got Moet, Sean Don

Bundle of sixty-two, they ain't got a clue what we about to do

My whole team we shittin hard like Czar

Sosa, Foxy Brown, Cormega, and Escobar

I keep a fat marquis piece, laced in all the illest snake skin

Armani sweaters Carolina Hebrera

Be The Firm baby, from BK to the 'Bridge

My nigga Wiz, operation Firm Biz, so what the deal is

I keep a phat jew-el, sippin Crist-ies

Sittin on top of fifty grand in the Nautica Van, uhh!

We stay incogni' like all them thug niggaz in Marcy

The Gods, they praise Allah wi