Saint Denis Style ( Remix Affirmative Action )

Yeah, Affirmative action, with my crew, NTM
This is Nas Escobar

International remix
Check the lyrics

Each his Mafia, each his thousand-fa
Mmh, baby, come wicked nigger

You sit back relax catching contacts
Sip your cognac
And let's all wash this money
Through this laundry mat
Sneak attack
A new cat is back worth top dollar
In fact touch mines and I'll react
Like a rock wilder

Who pull the late
We play for high stakes at gun point
Catch'em and break undress'em tie'em
With tape no escape
The Corleone Fettucini Capone
Roam in your own zone
Get kidnapped and clapped in your dome
We go it sewn
The firm art of war is unknown
Lower your tone face it
Homicide cases get blown
Aristocrats
Politician daily with diplomats
See me I'm an official mack
Lex coup triple black

No Don Corleone in my neighborhood dude
If you mess up till the end you'll have to play the good ones
But there's no more room for dreams
Here when we rise, the haters give you the eye
Even the Angels kill you
Know that unity is strength but misery divides it
And in times of crisis everyone bets on their biz
Each his Mafia, each his thousand-fa
Even the state works like that
Just disguised gossip as state secrets

The Firm, baby
Each his Mafia, each his thousand-fa
Today it goes like this
The Firm, baby
Each his Mafia
Nas with NTM yo the Firm connect

Yo my mind is seeing through your design
Like blind fury
I shine jewelry sippin' on crusted grapes
We lust papes
And push cakes
Inside the casket at just's wake
It's sickening he just finish bidding upstate
And now the project
Is talking 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 2 mil to get the system off me
Life's a bitch
But god forbid the bitch divorce me
I be flooded with ice or hell fire kid scorch me
Cuban cigars
Meetin' foxy at the mars
Movin' cars
Your top poppy Sr Escobar

For all my peeps, I throw it with my guts
I apply it
Nothing affects us, don't look, there's nothing that involves us anymore
Even life holds us by the arms
We work in the shadows
Aware of our strength
The power of numbers
That's how we prevail in this damn parallel society
We have the wind at our backs ready to fly on our own wings

At my place there's no hole, no...
No there's no room for all that
In my neighborhood my dude
I've only seen kids messing each other up down there

The Firm, baby
Each his Mafia, each his thousand-fa
Today it goes like this
The Firm, baby
Each his Mafia
Nas with NTM yo the Firm connect

The Firm, baby
Each his Mafia, each his thousand-fa
Today it goes like this
The Firm, baby
Each his Mafia
Nas with NTM yo the Firm connect

Seine-Saint-Denis Style

In a black camaro
Firm deep all my niggas hail the black esparo
Wallabees be the apparel
Through the darkest tunnels
I got visions of multimillions in the biggest bundle
In the lex pushed by my nigga Jungle
He money bags got moet shan dor
Bundle In 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 fat marquis piece
Laced in all the illest snake skin
Armani sweaters carolina herarra
Be the firm baby, from BK to the bridge
My nigga wiz operation firm biz
So what the deal is
So let's see, if we flip this other key
Then that's more for me
Mad coke and mad leak
Plus a five hundred
Cut in half is two-fifty
Now triple that times 3
We got three-quarters of another key
The Firm baby, volume one uh!

Seine-Saint-Denis Style
Seine-Saint-Denis Style
Seine-Saint-Denis Style
Supreme NTM, Nas in the place
Seine-Saint-Denis Style...