Lyrics:

Pretty Boy:
Track Masters
A yo you see that a major, tellin' my flavour
All types of paper, I'm doin' you a favour
So blaze the trees, come on baby please
Yo to lay with these girls pay the fees
'Cause I stay in these, coop rabie bees
Jitty to the fifty, to the ACG's
And when I'm lazy B
Let the AC breeze, explain to my dames how the gamin be
So what you trippin' about, in the club I be kickin' em' out
I get 'em home then I'm twistin' them out
If I still keep it real I be friskin' them out, with my dick in they mouth
Then I'm kickin' them out
Cause you miss the quote, cause even if this kid was broke
On you I wouldn't trick to know
Have me high at first like I sniff some coke
But now you gotta go don't forget your coat
Uh

Chrous (Nas):
We are the firm all stars
Fuckin' your bitch we don't care who you are
We don't need no introduction, our music steady bumpin'
From the crib to the club to your cars
Come fuck with us

Pretty Boy:
If you know about us throw your hands in the air
From Texas to New York to Montclair
This be the knock from Flatbush to Little Rock
Even New Orleans be 'bout it 'bout it
It's hot

Foxy Brown:
Uh
I gets 7:30 for the door daddy
Ain't know thing, y'all know about the rings huh
Here you vibe and you balls with the big cat
Anything you tryin' ta bring, been there done that
See the paper stack
I'm not a hater dog
Y'all still cruisin' lands, I'm navigatin' dog
Brooklyn tone
Baby girl flawsed night and left and baget stones in a James Bond crome
See this pretty face, but you wanna stick it
If it's broke nigga we can let Tido fix it
I can't stop, I won't stop

Pretty Boy:
Everything hot, first week out hit the top
Pretty Boy Relentless, Cop the Coop that's expensive
For instance we rollin' in fleets in ten to sixes
We smoke phiphers with a dime chick pullin' all nighters
P be Mr. Macaroni
The world slick lies and pretty Tony
If you never new know you know me
That's why they wanna blow me
We eat caviar, shine like a movie star
Firm click real thick, Nas tell em' who we are