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Nas, AZ, Cormega, Foxy Brown - Affirmative Action (Music Video)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Nas
Nas
Vocals
AZ
AZ
Vocals
Cormega
Cormega
Vocals
Foxy Brown
Foxy Brown
Vocals
D. Atkinson
D. Atkinson
Keyboards
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Nasir Jones
Nasir Jones
Songwriter
Samuel Barnes
Samuel Barnes
Songwriter
Anthony Cruz
Anthony Cruz
Songwriter
Corey McKay
Corey McKay
Songwriter
Inga DeCarlo Fung Marchand
Inga DeCarlo Fung Marchand
Songwriter
Jean Claude Olivier
Jean Claude Olivier
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Nas
Nas
Executive Producer
D. Atkinson
D. Atkinson
Producer
Trackmasters
Trackmasters
Executive Producer
Rich Travali
Rich Travali
Mixing Engineer
Tom Coyne
Tom Coyne
Mastering Engineer
Poke & Tone
Poke & Tone
Producer
Stoute
Stoute
Executive Producer

Lyrics

[Intro]
This is what, this what they want, huh?
This is what it's all about, word
Time to take affirmative action, son
They just don't understand, you know what I mean?
**** comin' sideways, thinkin' something's sweet, man
You know what I mean?
**** don't understand the four devils
Lust, envy, hate, jealousy
Wicked ****, man
[Verse 1]
Yo, sit back, relax, catch your contact, sip your Cognac
And let's all wash this money through this laundromat
Sneak attack, the new cats in rap worth top dollar
In fact, touch mines and I'll react like a Rottweiler!
Who could relate? We play for high stakes at gunpoint
Catch 'em and break, undress 'em, tie 'em with tape
No escape, the Corleone, fettuccine 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 thrown
Aristocrats politickin' daily with diplomats
See, me, I'm an official mack, Lex Coupe triple black
[Verse 2]
Criminal thoughts in the blue Porsche, my destiny's to be the new boss
That **** Paulie gotta die, he too soft
That ****'s dead on a ki of heroin
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
In Queens where my drugs be, I wear Guess jeans and rugbies
Yo, my people from Medina, they will see ya when you re-up
Bring your heater, all your C.R.E.A.M. go between us
Real shit! My Desert Eagle got a ill grip
I chill with **** that hit Dominican spots and steal bricks
My red beam made a dread scream and sprayed a Fed team
Corleone be turnin' **** to fiends
Yukons and ninja black Lexus
'Mega, the pretty boy with Mafia connections, it's The Firm, ****, set it!
[Verse 3]
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 in 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 Señor Escobar
[Verse 4]
In the black Camaro, Firm deep, all my **** hail the blackest sparrow
Wallabees be the apparel through the darkest tunnel
I got visions of multi millions in the biggest bundle
In a Lex pushed by my **** Jungle
E-Moneybags got Moët Chandon, bundle of 62
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 phat marquess piece, laced in all the illest snake skin
Armani sweaters, Carolina Herrera, be The Firm, baby!
From BK to the 'Bridge, my **** Wiz
Operation Firm Biz, so what the deal is?
I keep a phat jew-el, sippin' Cristy
Sittin' on top of fifty grand in the Nautica Van, uh!
We stay incogni' like all them thug **** in Marcy
The gods, they praise Allah with visions of Gandhi
[Verse 5]
Bet it on, my whole crew is Don Juan
On Cayman Island with a case of Cristal
And Baba Shallah spoke, **** with them Cubans that snort coke
Raw though, an ounce mixed with leak, that's pure though
Flippin' the bigger picture, the bigger **** with the cheddar was mad dripper
He had a fuckin' villa in Manilla, we gotta flee to Panama
But wait, it's half-and-half, ki's is one and two-fifth, so how we flip?
Thirty-two grams raw, chop it in half, get sixteen, double it, times three
We got forty-eight, which mean a whole lot of C.R.E.A.M
Divide the profit by four, subtract it by eight, we back to sixteen
Now add the other two that 'Mega bringin' through
So let's see, if we flip this other ki, then that's more for me
Mad coke and mad leak plus a 500, cut in half is 250
Now triple that, times three, we got three quarters of another ki
[Outro]
The Firm, baby, Vol. 1, uh!
Written by: A. Cruz, Anthony S. Cruz, C. McKay, D. Atkinson, I. Marchand, J. Olivier, Jean Claude Olivier, Nasir Jones, Samuel Barnes
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