Lyrical Breakdown of (Holy Matrimony) Letter To The Firm - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
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Uh, I mean, damn, me and you, forever hand in hand
I'm married to The Firm, boo, you got to understand (understand)
I'll die for 'em, gimme a chair, man, I'll fry for 'em (fry for em)
And if I got to take the stand, I'mma lie for 'em (lie for 'em)
It's me and you, hand in hand (forever)
I'm married to The Firm, boo, you got to understand (Fox Boogie)
I'll die for 'em, gimme a chair, man, I'll fry for 'em (fry for 'em)
And if I got to take the stand, I'mma lie for em (uh, check it)
What up Firm, we got these niggas cornered, so maintain
I got the drugs here, under the master bed behind the back stairs
Like twenty grams, plus the caravan
I left the keys by the safe, erased the code and flipped the license plate
Got all the phone calls taped, and all the weights and ice
To get the dough and the guns, and then we straight
He had the block locked, he knew the spot block
On some real web shit that get your spot knocked by killer cops
Tryin' to get your shit rocked, he don't know, 'cause all along
We was plottin' to drop on the low, he straight snitch
He don't know how it go, he saw Nas in all the Lex
Then a triple GS, for real-a
I kinda think he got a feelin' I'm squealin', me and Tone was on the phone
Probably thinkin' we dealin' this bug, make sure Un got all the guns
His man Son had the whole mob of arsons runnin' through Parsons
Uh, I mean, damn, me and you, forever hand in hand
I'm married to The Firm, boo, you got to understand
I'll die for 'em, gimme a chair, man, I'll fry for 'em
And if I got to take the stand, I'mma lie for 'em (lie for 'em)
It's me and you, hand in hand (hand in hand)
I'm married to The Firm, boo, you got to understand (forever Boogie)
I'll die for 'em, gimme a chair, man, I'll fry for 'em (Nas, AZ, 'Mega)
And if I got to take the stand, I'mma lie for em
Check it, peep the plot, so when I beep him, y'all be creepin'
Cormega know the spot, diminish him, 'Mega finish him
We power, the whole team shinin' through like Ma rule
Worse come to worst we got shorties layin on forty-first
They want The Firm somethin' awful, to tax somethin'
The way we style have a nigga tryin to blast somethin'
I guess the way we politicin' probably got the niggas
I know they layin like "Dunn, we got to stick them niggas"
In due time, they probably see the apple sour
And once we takin' over, they'll realize the world is ours
The faggot niggas don't deserve bein' CREAM
A bunch of snitches on the same team, tryin' to reign supreme
Brooklyn Queens thing, we lionhearted never dear departed, I mean
You're fuckin' with Scarlett O'Hara
Desert 'em like Sahara, shit, you never heard The Firm strictly murderous
Gun is out, punana, The Firm's First Lady organizer
Damn, me and you, forever hand in hand
I'm married to The Firm, boo, you got to understand
I'll die for 'em, gimme a chair, man, I'll fry for 'em
And if I got to take the stand, I'mma lie for 'em
It's me and you, hand in hand
I'm married to The Firm, boo, you got to understand
I'll die for 'em, gimme a chair, man, I'll fry for 'em
And if I got to take the stand, I'mma lie for em
The General, SOSA, my partner in crime, Nas and 'Mega
Gon' cry together, shit get real, we gon' die together
I'm like whatever for my team through the chedda
Through the CREAM, we gonna stay together, it's Doe or Die
Through the slanted eyes, I organize family style
Lady Godiva, forever Firm Fox Boogie never lonely
We were wed in Holy Matrimony, whatever
Whichever, however, uh, Firm style
I mean, damn, me and you, forever hand in hand
I'm married to The Firm, boo, you got to understand
I'll die for 'em, gimme a chair, man, I'll fry for 'em
And if I got to take the stand, I'mma lie for 'em
It's me and you, hand in hand
I'm married to The Firm, boo, you got to understand
I'll die for 'em, gimme a chair, man, I'll fry for 'em
And if I got to take the stand, I'mma lie for em
I mean, damn, me and you, forever hand in hand
I'm married to The Firm, boo, you got to understand
I'll die for 'em, gimme a chair, man, I'll fry for 'em
And if I got to take the stand, I'mma lie for 'em