A business (also known as enterprise or firm) is an organization engaged in the trade of goods, services, or both to consumers. Businesses are predominant in capitalist economies, where most of them are privately owned and administered to earn profit to increase the wealth of their owners. Businesses may also be not-for-profit or state-owned. A business owned by multiple individuals may be referred to as a company, although that term also has a more precise meaning.
The etymology of "business" relates to the state of being busy either as an individual or society as a whole, doing commercially viable and profitable work. The term "business" has at least three usages, depending on the scope — the singular usage to mean a particular organization; the generalized usage to refer to a particular market sector, "the music business" and compound forms such as agribusiness; and the broadest meaning, which encompasses all activity by the community of suppliers of goods and services. However, the exact definition of business, like much else in the philosophy of business, is a matter of debate and complexity of meanings.
John Ray Grisham, Jr. (born February 8, 1955) is an American lawyer and author, best known for his popular legal thrillers.
John Grisham graduated from Mississippi State University before attending the University of Mississippi School of Law in 1981 and practiced criminal law for about a decade. He also served in the House of Representatives in Mississippi from January 1984 to September 1990. He began writing his first novel, A Time To Kill, in 1984, and it was published in June 1989.
As of 2008, his books had sold over 250 million copies worldwide. A Galaxy British Book Awards winner, Grisham is one of only three authors to sell two million copies on a first printing, the others being Tom Clancy and J.K. Rowling.
Grisham's first best seller was The Firm. Released in 1991, it sold more than seven million copies. The book was later adapted into a feature film in 1993, and a TV series in 2012 which "continues the story of attorney Mitchell McDeere and his family 10 years after the events of the film and novel." Eight of his other novels have also been adapted into films: The Chamber, The Client, A Painted House, The Pelican Brief, Skipping Christmas, The Rainmaker, The Runaway Jury, and A Time to Kill. His books have been translated into 29 languages and published worldwide.
John Anthony Frusciante i/fruːˈʃɑːnteɪ/; born March 5, 1970) is an American guitarist, singer, songwriter, record and film producer. He is best known as the former guitarist of the rock band Red Hot Chili Peppers, with whom he had been for a number of years and recorded five studio albums. Frusciante has an active solo career, having released ten albums under his own name, as well as two with Josh Klinghoffer and Joe Lally as Ataxia. His solo recordings include elements ranging from experimental rock and ambient music to New Wave and electronica. Influenced by guitarists of various genres, Frusciante emphasizes melody and emotion in his guitar playing, and favors vintage guitars and analog recording techniques.
Frusciante joined the Red Hot Chili Peppers at eighteen years old, first appearing on the band's 1989 album, Mother's Milk. The group's follow-up album, Blood Sugar Sex Magik (1991), was a breakthrough success. However, he was overwhelmed by the band's new popularity and quit in 1992. He became a recluse and entered a long period of drug addiction, during which he released his first solo recordings: Niandra Lades and Usually Just a T-Shirt (1994) and then Smile from the Streets You Hold (1997). In 1998, he successfully completed drug rehabilitation and rejoined the Red Hot Chili Peppers with the album Californication (1999). His album To Record Only Water for Ten Days was made in 2001. On a creative spree, Frusciante released six solo albums in 2004; each album explored different recording techniques and genres. In 2009, Frusciante released The Empyrean and again parted ways with the Red Hot Chili Peppers. As of 2011, Frusciante is currently working on his eleventh solo album. Frusciante has produced and/or recorded with the Wu-Tang Clan, The Mars Volta, George Clinton and others. His most recent solo releases will be a 5 song EP entitled Letur-Lefr, due out in July 2012, and a full length album entitled PBX Funicular Intaglio Zone, due out in late 2012.
Plot
This is the story of the beautiful young Pervirella. Set in the mythical English land of Condon, the grotesque, power-mad Queen Victoria builds a wall around the country and establishes a "Monarchy of Terror." Intellectuals and "pervs" are prosecuted and killed, or driven underground to form the "Cult of Perv." Their leader, the Demon Nanny gives birth to a possible savior, then dies. The infant Pervirella grows to maturity with supernatural speed and shows amazing abilities, including raging nymphomania whenever her magical necklace is removed. Pervirella is sought by various rebels, agents of Victoria, the Cult of Perv, and a trio of witches. Eventually she teams up with Amicus Reilly, a James Bond spoof played to stiff, campy perfection by the late David Warbeck. Wild adventures ensue!
Keywords: character-name-in-title, female-nudity, independent-film, lesbian, orgy, queen, sex, tyrant
Love's sweet music that I hear
I've found someone to love
All my troubles disappear
I've found someone to love
And I will always want you near
I've found someone to love
I've found someone to love
And when the darkness falls
That's when lover calls
And in the shadow light
That's when I know
That's when I know it's got to be
Got to be so right
Yeah
Oh yeah
Listen now baby
She gives me music in my soul
I've found someone to love
And I will never let this go
I've found someone to love
Oh baby she just has to let it show
She found someone to love yeah
She found someone to love
And when the darkness falls
That's when your lover calls
And in the shadow light
That's when I know
That's when I know it's got to
Got to be so right
I've found someone to love
She gives me music in my soul
Yes I've found someone to love
And I will never, never let go
I've found I've found I've found someone to love yeah baby
She just has to let it show
She found she found she found someone to love
Oh yeah
I've found someone to love
[Nas Escobar]
You ever dance with the devil under the pale moonlight?
Desperados, travellin
What the fuck's up son?
We could do this word up, we could do this
Chrous: The Firm
Spend too many nights on the Henny gettin right
Breakin big face Bennies, bettin against the friendly dice
I can't call it, it's goin too good to spoil it
Tell it like it is, the raw shit never recorded
(repeat 2X)
[Canibus]
At a thousand degree Celsius I make MC's melt
Fuck my record label I appear courtesy of myself
Let me explain how I maintain thresholds to pain
I walk across the Sun barefoot lookin for shade
I rearrange your rib cage like a twelve gauge at close range
And change the position of your brain
My hard raps penetrate through your hardhats and all that
Nigga, get ya wig peeled back
I scalp you like the indians on horseback
Running Bull will hit you harder than runningback
Stunning man with brave and cunning rap
Swiftly running laps around 48 tracks
Like uncut crack you fiends keep coming back
Heads is flippin like acrobats on gym mats
From wax to analog tapes to digital DAT's
It's critical black, that Canibus is I'll like that
In fact perhaps you should quit rap, instead of always
Tryin to diss back, cause niggaz keep tellin you that your shit's wack
I rip raps, hardcore raps rushin you to the floor mat
Put you in the figure four, break your thorax
Jump off the top turnbuckle and land on your back
Til I hear it snap or crackle, 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
Y'all niggaz is wack, rappin over microphone feedback
My intelligence begins where yours peaks at
From Fox Boogie in the see-through brasierre, to Nasty Nas here
My nigga Nature'll explain it further if it's not clear
[Nas and Foxy Brown]
Millionaire look at the sky make sure it's still there
Ice grill stares and my jewelry is in every year
Pierre Cardan back in a Dapper Dan time
Now flex, angle wrecks, Foxy rock Van Klein
[Nas Escobar]
Initiated to the Firm shit, real thugs learn quick
Sit back and feel the ultimate hit
Initiated to the Firm shit, real thugs learn quick
Sit back and feel the ultimate hit
[AZ the Visualiza]
Yo lock in, do the knowledge, follow the doctrine
We clockin, on your airwaves, keepin it rockin
Blaze up, make fire, light your Purple Haze up
Betcha tired, bitch ass niggaz need to be caged up
So raise up fuck the playin, I'm sick of layin
I can picture sprayin off an SK, shells ricochetin
Snatched up, in Supreme Court, eyes half shut
Co-defendant caught a life sentence, seem him crack up
React what, who will, bail two mill'
Nigga cool still bet I'll be home before the news will
Blast fuse and leave purple Frank Matthews
Perhaps you confuse the concept black, cash rules
Incog-ged, another had more deez involved
Known freeze condo seize seven keys dissolved
Daily routine, speakin up for niggaz who sling
Hand to hand on them street corners claimin you king
It's time to lock this, join with us, let your glock spit
Guzzle the toxic, only fake niggaz drop snitch
Get your guns out, it don't take much for me to dumb out
Play one route, lay ya shit down and run South
[Nature]
Here's the cause of this shit, more statistics
Deeper than the laws of physics, Malibu 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 entity
Stock exchange, top of the game, watch you mention me
Image is nothin just obey your thirst
I blaze the Purple Haze, sit in a daze, then display your birth
For those concerned or just eager to learn
I speak for The Firm, was told to keep the cheeba to burn
Stashin my riches, past traditions, like Olympics
Pass the torch flip shit so y'all could picture my thoughts, I'm driftin
It's type I'll wakin up lookin like filth
Twenty years younger same hunger same ice grill
Genetically form grade A pedigree
Born to carve rhymes, a swift tongue helped to set it free
Theoretically peep how we bless this, young and restless
Guns and westins, learnin to connect through lessons
From cool feats to camps, niggaz shoot back
It's a proven fact, nine-seven's mine, y'all niggaz move back
Chorus
You never close your eyes anymore when I kiss your lips
And there's no tenderness like before in your fingertips
You're trying hard not to show it, (baby)
But baby, baby I know it...
You've lost that lovin' feelin',
Whoa, that lovin' feelin',
You've lost that lovin' feelin',
'Cause it's gone...gone...gone...wooooooh
There's no love to look in your eyes when I reach for you
And now you're starting to criticize little things I do
It makes me just feel like crying, (baby)
'Cause baby, something beautiful's dyin'
You've lost that lovin' feelin',
Whoa, that lovin' feelin',
You've lost that lovin' feelin',
Now it's gone...gone...woooooah
Baby, baby, I'd get down on my knees for you
If you would only love me like you used to do
We had a love...a love...a love you don't find everyday
So darling, darling, darling don't take your love away.
Bring back that lovin' feelin',
Whoa, that lovin' feelin'
Bring back that lovin' feelin',
'Cause it's gone...gone,
Woh-oh-oh-oh
We had a love...a love...a love you don't find everyday
So darling, darling, darling, darling..don't take your love away.
Bring back that lovin' feelin',
Whoa, that lovin' feelin'
Bring back that lovin' feelin',
'Cause it's gone....
Baby (baby), baby (baby),
Bring back that lovin' feelin',
Whoa, that lovin' feelin'
Bring back that lovin' feelin',
'Cause it's gone...
* (Foxy) uh, uh huh, huh y'all cats ain't ready for the firm
uh, dats right, uh, uh huh, brooklyn shit
[Foxy Brown]
All y'all hoes wanna stop my chips
Stare a bitch down when I rock my whips(UH!)
Knowin that you hate me on the low, cock glock by dicks
Stick me for the ice on my wrists
Keeps the chorme fifth, make you so sick
Y'all hoes give me honostly no choice but to shit
'Ficially Firm, no extra shit, no suprises
No disguses, no Foxes, lil Nases
Stictly Fan Fam, AZ, Mega, Na Na, Nas Esco for eva
When y'all hoes is in the range ain't no tame to y'all
I'm still a young bitch and i'm ashamed of y'all
Mad cuz they know no clique claimed to y'all
And y'all hoes is like fuck me, the same to y'all (thats right)
And I really got no time to play no games with y'all
And if I feel like shittin on y'all, I'm namin y'all (UH!)
If I'm soundin kinda harsh, please ignore me
Not to stop ya rhyme flow, but ya'll makes takes shorty
The nerve of y'all hoes tryna gail me
And Uhhhh, ya broke bitch, what the fuck ya tryna stale me
(Nas) where ya 4X(singing) where ya at nigga?
[Nas]
Lost to the bosses
Rhymes in my mind like these pearls and oysters
Jew-els you deal because we bail in porches
Of course its the firm, this court is ajourned
My thoughts is to burned y'all little nases
Middle guises mouthin off I wanna speak to y'all leaders, you bump and smoke cheeba
I shoot em in my two seat-a
Yo you's the worst clown
The Jamie Fox with his first down, first rounds
If ya made it when it takes to stay paid
I'm in the trade trade in the double-o kuzzle
Guzzelin don twist on my dro my drugs yo
Glistenin um... rollie platinum like my records
My wallet be mad brolick
From Queen Bride Projects, the hottest
Still real from palm sockets
Hoes lovin the dick, I'll smuggle my wrist
To remind me of the days when it was nothing like this
I used to bust a nut on my fist, imaginin it was some lips, sucking my dick
Now I'm handcuffin my chicks, and yours too
Layin back gettin the all woo, In the back of the four-two-zero
Y'all better respect black DeNiro
Have ya crew graph a miro, of ya face with a halo
On your building on your block where you stay low
End your career, niggas like remember him, yeah
Nigga fucked with Esco, the emperor
Thought I might have passed you cris
Yo a nigga passed you pissed
Made the wrong move, now the nigga ass is His
We the firm baby boys, y'all surpass to this
Keep the facts about real life and death situations
Mack with real ice, rings, his breath taken
See me floss with whores, jumpin ways and doors
The crew papa commisioned out and clue(?) zada(?)
Gatherin thoughts up in the 12 bed room casa
The cigars on the way to see the opera
Up in the balcony with the wineians binocular
Black and white tuxes, black hustlers
Fuck with us, firm buisness we'll discuss this
You gonna make me fuck somebody else (I'm gonna fuck somebody)
If you keep on treating me the way you do
(you don't wanna do it, you don't wanna do it)
You gonna make me fuck somebody else
If you keep on treating me the way you do
(you don't wanna do it, you don't wanna do it)
Verse One: Foxy Brown
Most of these cats ain't got nothing for me, but if we talikng G's
That's a different story, now don't embarass yourself
Cause if you ain't pushin' what I'm tryin' to push next year
You talking for ya health, nigga rock on
Check where you come from, you now my stee dun
Run a G and leave 'em strung with they tongue hung, niggas is bold now
I puts the gold down, I ain't laughing
Cats be asking can they lick my hole now, feel free
Nigga eat me, treat me
Ya trick, pussy clit lickin'
No ass gettin' dick, first roles
Niggaz is my hoes, top my doe
Wanna lace me with some head after my show, bringin' dat
I'm the nasty bitch that I am, make 'em lick my pearl tongue
And you got to give my girls some, fuck a man
Bitch got the world in her hand, just on spite
Niggaz got to fuck me right
Chorus:
Verse Two: Foxy Brown
Aye yo Fox quit the PP on niggaz that is ricky
Have them cats wining like Be-Be and Ce-Ce, I'll Na Na
Pussy hot like a sauna, have yo dick doin' flips in my teddy by Gabanna
Can yo baby's momma keep it wet like this, sex like this
Nigga this is the best it gets, been around the world twice
Gettin' more ice, bomb ass cock
Fuck a nigga all night, for you bitch kept the pussy tight
All night, nasty when I wanna
Pussy you make me wonder, any eye in me
Keep vibin' me, roll a nigga got the word that he coppin' threes
They call him Long Dick Steve, make the pussy steamy
Lips in the ass with his face thug cree, ya'll should've seen him
Nigga dick mad tiny, doin' tricks like a muthafuckin' genie
Chorus:
Verse Thre: Foxy Brown
Now niggaz get a nut just to watch me strut, niggas tried knockin' me up
Locking me down, what clown copped me a truck
But I ain't need it, he passed me da blunts but I don't get weeded
Smoke the put bush, let him eat it
Let's him get high then his face in my thigh, while I'm in his ride
Fuck a nigga Todd, screamin' my name
Cum stains on the wood grain, had a good thang
But the truth is your loose lips mad me ruthless, now you sex what
Jerk it, it's for certain
Had him spend up, had him bent up
Got the next nigga none in ya Benz truck
Ain't nothing wrong with a good dick, fuck a trick
Suck a dick, let no trick
Nigga pass up, fuck the last nut
Get a ass up uhh the next what, can a nigga do
But fuck you and ya crew with down ass hoes
Chorus:
You gonna make me fuck somebody (you gonna make fuck somebody)
You gonna make me fuck somebody (if you keep fucking up the way you do)
You gonna make me fuck somebody (ohh fuck somebody)
You gonna make me fuck somebody (you're gonna make me fuck somebody)
Yo check this shit out, this is Escobar
Out here chillin' with my nam, DJ Clue
Ya know what I'm sayin'?, the boss of the bosses
King of the tapes
No doubt, Queens finest yaknawhamean
The boss of the bosses and ya listening to DJ Clue
Number one
Uhhh, uh huh
Uh huh, uhhh
Ya'll cats ain't ready for The Firm
Canivin' niggas, that's right
Get the dough da da
Uhh, uh huh
Brooklyn shit
Verse One: Foxy Brown
All ya hoes wanna stop my chips
Stare bitches down when I rock my whips
Knowin' that you hate me on the low, pop block my dick
Stick me for the ice on my whips
Keeps the chrome fifths, make you so sick
Ya'll hoes give me honestly, no choice but to chick
'Ficially Firm, no extra shit
No surprises, no diguises, no Fox's, lil' Nas's
Strickly fam fam, AZ, 'Mega
Na Na, Nas Esco forever
While ya'll hoes is in a rage, ain't no tamin' ya'll
Ya still a young bitch, and I'm shamin' ya'll
Mad cause they know no click plain to ya'll
And ya'll hoes is like "fuck me", the same to ya'll
Ya really ain't got no time to play games wit' ya'll
And if I feel like shittin' on ya'll, I'm namin' ya'll
I'm soundin' kind of harsh, please ignore me
Not to stop the rhyme flow - but ya'll mix tapes shorty (uh)
Nerve of ya'll hoes tryin' to gel me
And uh, ya broke bitch what the fuck ya tryin' to tell me?
Chorus (Nas)
Where ya where ya where ya where ya where ya where ya
Where ya...
Where ya at nigga?
Verse Two: Nas
The boss of the bosses
Rhymes in my mind like it's pearls and oysters
Jewels, you dell, cause we bail in Porsches
Of course it's, The Firm
This court is ajurned, my thoughts is to burn
Ya'll lil' Nas's, middle guys's, mouthin' off
I want to speak to ya leaders, we roll to smoke Cheeber
I shoot 'em in my two seater
Yo he's the worst clown, the Jamie Foxx with his first album
Verse rounds, if ya made it what it takes to stay paid
I'm in the tre tre, double low, cause uh
Guzzlin' Dom, twist on my 'dro, my drugs yo
Glistenin' arm, rollin' platnuim, like my recrods
My wallet be mad brollick, from Queensbridge projects
To Hollies, stay real like calm stockings
Hoes lovin' the dick, I smother my wrists
To remind me of the days I was nuttin' like this
I used to bust a nut on my fists, imagining
It was some lip, suckin' my dick
Now I'm handcuffin' my chicks, yours too
Layin' back, gettin' the or-al
In the back with the 4 too, zero
Ya'll better respect black deniro, have ya crew grab for Mereo
Of ya face with a halo, on ya building
On ya block where ya stay yo, in ya career, niggas like
"Remember him?" "yeah", niggas fucked with Esco
The emporer, thought I might have passed ya Crist
Yo a nigga pass you piss, made a raw move
Now that nigga's ass is his', we The Firm baby boys
Ya'll some Pacifists
Kick the facts about real life and death situations
Mack with real ice rings, breath tkin'
See me floss with whores, double ways and doors
The crew Pa Pa, Commishoner style and boo Za Za
Gatherin' thoughts up inside the 12 bedroom casa
Lit cigars on the way to see the Opera
Up in the balcony with the one lensed bin-acular
Black and white tuxes, black hustlers
Fuck wit' us, Firm Business, let's discuss this....
Outro: Nas
Wha wha wha, The Firmilie
L-E-S wha, wha wha wha
Ha ha, ha ha ha ha
Ha ha, Norie, ha ha
QB, Brook-lyn, the Don
We run New York
Ya cock blockin', skinny ugly...fuckin'...
Phoney lookin' bald headed, half way...afro ways havin'
Phoney rhymin'...copy cattin' fake dick lickin' bitches
What's the dealy? uhh
[Featuring Canibus]
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 I'll 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 clap
(Nas)
Diamond cut vocals carved sculptures
Gats and hosters
Macks and four fifths
Two plagued verocious
We smoked spliffs when the drolls lit
Hoes get hit
Have them blow dick
Blow the whole click
Jeeps Tahoe, shoes be Salvatore Feragamo
Catch a ammo, Guess long like Motumbo
From a land of heart rap phantom stalk ya'll
While we bent a pork off a raw torch ya'll
The god sports all dejour for all wear
Push the Range all year, vision of war near
I laid out for y'all in money and ice
That's how I'm running your wife
Stay ripen at ripe
Clip in your life down to pipe size
Firm slice pies
Couple of trife guys in tinted up white five's
(Nature)
Whose the first to set it
At time my first pathetic
Nature one of The Firm
Our works phonetic
As seven digits
First class trips for summer never is it
Outlaw remain pessimistic
Used to jostle in hostile environments
Buying whips
Cheating like fiver ricks requirements
Psychics predict that I'll be dying rich
Until then catch me chillin flying in a giant six
On some next shit
Went from humble now to hectic
Reminiscing when they use to call me desperate
Minor drawbacks
I had to learn not to fuck with small cats
In fake cadier and straw hats
Sic 'em on the mix tape
They think they're all that
But just spread it through
Never sound unreasonable son
Whatever the cause I know it pleasible
Fought your way in the game
The wait is seasonable
Chorus
We keep going on, we're gonna get this money
(Take money money take take money money
Take money take take money money)
We just play our part, we're gonna make this money
(Make money money make make money money
make money money make make money)
(AZ)
Show me the orbit
Stock bonds I own corporates
Rock the law shift
Filthy rich we caught the coach smiths
You must have lost sense
My whole firm we walk with offense
I push a Porsche bent
Fuck your main bitch at your expense
Laws intense hivalates
Death throughout the tri-state
Who lie evade a '98 Lex in wide plate
Well modernized
Wide body cup with foreign eyes
You far behind
I rock the reptiles
And steal a Karl Kani's
Guard your eyes
Mystical movements hard to size
We harmonize
And to its the force that's way beyond the skies
Love position parlaying duck nd truck evictions
Thug intentions every few months
Off this mission
Its principles master my square
No identical expensible
I figure you wise and play it sensible
Chorus
Verse one: nas escobar, az the vizuliza
As far back as I can remember, I always wanted to be in the firm
I can remember when I first met sosa, it was a glorious time
There were wise guys everywhere, we were around
Twenty one, twenty two at the time
Yeah every place we go, every party
People would stop and stare when we walked in
We would give the doorman a hundred dollars just for opening the door
Sosa would give the bartender two hundred dollars just for keeping
The ice cold, yeah we were legends and we still are
Two hundred fallen angels, we balling from every angle
Heavy bag gold, panamania changed angle
Let's tangle, tabernacles
Ill lukiens coming at you, fuck parus
A billion years b.c., originally black jews
Cashsews honey now roasted, let's kill the colprate
He owe us shit, toe toe toe with that four four bit
Fuck the hoe shit, mercury back tax ? birth? for me
Personally I existed when earth was in need, indeed
Human lifeform transformed from light storms, poltrons
Electrons nuetrons, iced long
Nights long, repltilaians I'll see y'all in the next millenium
What world are we really in, amphibians moved to the carribean
Underwater force, placed under the court of law
Usually sport warlaw, my mind stay core raw
Fill of ambiants, love fine carats and cars that launch
Nonchalaunt, usually there are jimmies up in the palms
Play low style, guteians change my whole profile
Left the dope pile, bet the guard be around for awhile
Firm islamic, hit the croner of the earth just like a comet
Verse two: az the vizuliza, nas escobar
See I like esco, he knew everybody and everybody knew him
He was the type of guy who routed for the bad guys in the movies
But hey
Die for this firm, live for this firm
Niggas learn, never should come before your fam
From ki's to ported grams, these are corners in the blue van
E's upon on us, cause of warrants
While we smoke hash cheese enormous, stack cheese
Travel the world like taurus, went half with sosa for four bricks
Down in camdon, we handlin' to d.c.
Chips on fights with china white's by they tight pp
Wanting pc but all they get is good dick or four clips
For loose lips, by the jungle flise
Suck the pearl tongue juices, off you fly misses
Take her out to the spark's stakehouse, gentelmen style
Coincidental, family's here
Meet fem fatale, french connection
Persian wet don, let's get this f on
The ebony queen, fox you grab my left arm
Dre made a qb the conton, bk and so on
Family strong ? ? ? ? nature, make sure we all get this millionaire's paper
What a sweet site for sour eyes, may we rise
Hope for now on we never cross sides
Veres three: foxy brown
You know what, most hoes would have left these cats a long time ago
I mean if your man gave you a gun to hide, what would y'all hoes do?
But you know, the shit kinda turned me on
Black madonna, hoes kill for they popals
Never seen a bitch like this, queen misses
Rock bds's on the left wrists, trick check this
Respect this, firm's niggas lie knee deep in this bitch
Wanna need bitch and have my pussy bleed, swear for 'em
Fuck and take the chair for 'em, whoever dare cross us
The thoughts that thoughts across a bitch's minds, pops the nine
Leave 'em resting in peices, while my thorough bitches peep this
Death before decid-a, screw me on the dick-a
Lace me in gabanna, peep dat
Think I'm flippin' on these three cats,
Set yo clown ass right up with my down ass
Bitch to hold the cash and g's, stash the guns for 'em
And the icedy e berkee, breathe the the sun for 'em
Long dick style, swallow the enemies cum for 'em
Pretty ass hoe, bitches fuck 'em and I dumb on 'em
When nas pop the crist, fox cops the fifth
Make my doe up for oz's, now hoes that's real uhhh
Star Trekkin' across the universe,
On the Starship Enterprise under Captain Kirk.
Star Trekkin' across the universe,
Boldly going forward 'cause we can't find reverse.
Lt. Uhura, report.
There's Klingons on the starboard bow, starboard bow, starboard bow;
There's Klingons on the starboard bow, starboard bow, Jim.
Analysis, Mr. Spock.
It's life, Jim, but not as we know it, not as we know it, not as we know it; it's life, Jim, but not as we know it, not as we know it, Captain.
There's Klingons on the starboard bow, starboard bow, starboard bow;
There's Klingons on the starboard bow, starboard bow, Jim.
Star Trekkin' across the universe,
On the Starship Enterprise under Captain Kirk.
Star Trekkin' across the universe,
Boldly going forward, still can't find reverse.
Medical update, Dr. McCoy.
It's worse than that, he's dead, Jim, dead, Jim, dead, Jim;
It's worse than that, he's dead, Jim, dead, Jim, dead.
It's life, Jim, but not as we know it, not as we know it, not as we know it; it's life, Jim, but not as we know it, not as we know it, Captain.
There's Klingons on the starboard bow, starboard bow, starboard bow;
There's Klingons on the starboard bow, starboard bow, Jim.
Starship Captain, James T. Kirk:
Ah! We come in peace, shoot to kill, shoot to kill, shoot to kill;
We come in peace, shoot to kill, shoot to kill, men.
It's worse than that, he's dead, Jim, dead, Jim, dead, Jim;
It's worse than that, he's dead, Jim, dead, Jim, dead.
Well, it's life, Jim, but not as we know it, not as we know it, not as we know it; it's life, Jim, but not as we know it, not as we know it, Captain.
There's Klingons on the starboard bow, starboard bow, starboard bow;
There's Klingons on the starboard bow, scrape 'em off, Jim.
Star Trekkin' across the universe,
On the Starship Enterprise under Captain Kirk.
Star Trekkin' across the universe,
Boldly going forward, and things are getting worse!
Engine room, Mr. Scott:
Ye cannae change the laws of physics, laws of physics, laws of physics;
Ye cannae change the laws of physics, laws of physics, Jim.
Ah! We come in peace, shoot to kill, shoot to kill, shoot to kill;
We come in peace, shoot to kill; Scotty, beam me up!
It's worse than that, he's dead, Jim, dead, Jim, dead, Jim;
It's worse than that, he's dead, Jim, dead, Jim, dead.
Well, it's life, Jim, but not as we know it, not as we know it, not as we know it; it's life, Jim, but not as we know it, not as we know it, Captain.
There's Klingons on the starboard bow, starboard bow, starboard bow;
There's Klingons on the starboard bow, starboard bow Jim!
Ye cannae change the scripting, Och, see you, Jimmy!
It's worse than that, it's physics, Jim.
Bridge to engine room, warp factor 9.
Och, if I give it any more she'll blow, Cap'n!
Star Trekkin' across the universe,
On the Starship Enterprise under Captain Kirk.
Star Trekkin' across the universe,
Boldly going forward 'cause we can't find reverse.
Star Trekkin' across the universe,
On the Starship Enterprise under Captain Kirk.
Star Trekkin' across the universe,
Boldly going forward, still can't find reverse.