The Firm - Desparados (Feat. Canibus) descargar videos gratis

Off ''The Firm The Album'' from 97. Tune produced by Curt Gowdy & Trackmasters

Lyrics

Nas:

You ever dance with the devil under the pale moonlight.

Desperados. Travlin. What the fucks up son. We could

do this word up we could this.

Chrous:

Spendin to many nights on the hyena gettin right

Breakin big face bennies, bettin against the freindly dice

I can't call it, It's goin to good to spoil it

Tell it like it is, the raw shanala we bough it

To many nights on the hyena gettin right

Breakin big face bennies, bettin against the freindly dice

I can't call it, It's goin to good to spoil it

Tell it like it is, the raw shanala we bough it

Canibus:

At a thousand degree Celsius I make MCs melt

Fuckin my record label I appear courtesy of my self

Let me explain how I maintain thresh holes to pain

I walk across the sun bearfoot lookin for shame

I rearrange your rib cage like a 12 gauge at close range

And change the poistion of your frame

My hard raps penetrates through your hard hats and all that nigga

Get ya wig pealed back

I scalpe you like the Indians on horse back

Running bull will hit you harder than running back

Stunning man with brave and cunning rap

Swiftly running laps around 48 tracks

Like uncut crack you feines keep coming back

Heads is flippin like acrobats on gym mats

From wacks to antelope tapes to digital decks

It's critacal black that Canibus is ill like that

In fact perhaps you should quit rap

Instead of always tryin ta dis fact

And niggas keep tellin you that ya shits wack

I rip rafts

Hardcore raps rushin you to the floor mat

Put you in the figure fourth, breakin taw rats

Jump of the top turn buckuler land on your back

Til I hear it snaple, crakle, the ref says chill black

You get clapped bringin the wrong raps to combat

Like bringin a paint gun to a shoot out with real gats

Ya'll niggas is wack, rappin over microphone feed back

My intelligence begins where yours peaks at

From Fox Boogie and the see through bras year

The nasty Nas year

My nigga Nature will explain further if it's not clear

Nas & Foxy Brown:

Millionaire look at the sky

Make sure its still there

Ice grill stairs that my jewelry is in heavy year

Pian Carden backin a dapa den dime

Now flex, table rex, Fox rock Inklein

Nas(2x):

Initiated to the firm shit

Real thugs learn quick

Sit back and feel the ultimate hit

Az:

Go lock in

Do the knowledge

Follow the doctrun, we clockin

On your air waves keepin it rockin

Blaze up, lift fire, light your purple haz up

Fix ya tire, bitch ass niggas they should be caged up

So raise up fuck the playin

I'm sick of layin

I could split your spleen off of SK

Sheels rickashean

Snatched up in supreme court

Eyes half shut

Gold defeandant court of life sentance seem to crack up

We act what, to real

Bag two mil

Nigga cool steal

Bet I'll be home before the news will

Blast fuse and leave purple frank matthews

Perhaps you confuse the concept black, cash rules

Inkier

Another halmo deas involved

Known frezze condo C's

Seven keys dissolved

Daily routine, speakin up fo niggas who sling

Hand to hand on them street corners clamin you king

It's time to lock this

Join with us, let your glock spick up through the toxic

Only fake niggas drocsnitch

Get your guns out it don't take much for me to dumn out

Play one route, lay ya shit down and run south

Nature:

What's the cause of this shit

More statistics, deeper than the laws of physics

Malabu sand the gorgeous bitches

Weed from 1-2-5, my whole crew live

A true desperado, one that never choose sides

And show sympathy

Just QB, an annotate

Stock exchange

Top of the game

Watch them mention me

Image is nothin just obey your thirst

I blaze the puple haze sit in the day then display your birth

For those concern or just eager to learn I speak for the firm

With a zone to the chubbier ta burn

Stashin my richies past traditions

Like Olympics pass the torch

Flip shit so ya'll could picture my thoughts, I'm driftin

It's tight ill wakin up lookin like filth

Twenty years younger same hunger same ice grill

Genetically form grade A petagrey

Born on the crime rhymes a swift tounge

Helta set it free

Theoretically peep how we bless this

Young and restless,

Guns and westins learnin to connect through lessons

From coop fees to camps, niggas shoot wack

It's a proven fact, 97 mine ya'll niggas move back

Chorus