| Song | Affirmative Action - Remix Edited Version |
| Artist | Nas |
| Album | From Illmatic To Stillmatic The Remixes |
| 作词 : Barnes, Cruz, Jones, Marchand ... | |
| This is what, this what they want huh? | |
| This is what it's all about | |
| What? Time to take | |
| Affirmative | |
| Action son | |
| They just don't understand, you know | |
| I mean?Niggaz comin' sideways, thinkin' stuff is sweet man | |
| You know what | |
| I mean?Niggaz don't understand the four devils | |
| Lust, envy, hate, jealousy | |
| Wicked niggaz man | |
| Yo, sit back, relax, catchin' contacts, sip your cognac | |
| And let's all wash this money through this laundry mat | |
| Sneak attack, a new cat sit back, worth top dollar | |
| In fact, touch mines and | |
| I'll react like a | |
| Rottweiler | |
| Who pull the late, we play for high stakes at gunpoint | |
| Catch 'em and break, undress 'em, tie 'em with tape, no escape | |
| The Corleone, | |
| Fettucini | |
| CaponeRoam in your own zone or get kidnapped and clapped in your dome | |
| We got it sewn, | |
| The Firm art of war is unknown | |
| Lower your tone, face it, homicide cases get blown | |
| Aristocrats, politickin' daily with diplomats | |
| See me I'm an official mack, | |
| Lex Coupe triple black | |
| Criminal thoughts in the blue | |
| Porsche, my destiny's to be the new boss | |
| That nigga | |
| Paulie gotta die too soft | |
| That nigga's dead on, a key heroin, they found his head on | |
| The couch with his dick in his mouth, | |
| I put the hit out | |
| Yo, the smoothest killer since | |
| Bugsy, bitches love me | |
| And Queens where my drugs be, | |
| I wear Guess jeans and rugbies | |
| Yo my people from | |
| Medina they will see you | |
| When you re up on your heater all your cream go between us | |
| Real shit, my | |
| Desert Eagle got a ill grip | |
| I chill with, niggaz that hit | |
| Dominican spots and steal bricks | |
| My red beam, made a dread scream and sprayed a | |
| Fed teamCorleone be turnin' niggaz to fiends | |
| Yukons and ninja black | |
| Lexus, 'Mega the pretty boy | |
| With mafia connections it's | |
| The Firm nigga set it | |
| Yo, my mind is seein' through your design like blind fury | |
| I shine jewelry sippin' on crushed grapes, we lust papes | |
| And push cakes inside the casket at | |
| Just WakeIt's sickenin', he just finished biddin' upstate | |
| And now the projects, is talkin' 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 two mill' to get the system off me"Life's a Bitch" but | |
| God forbid, the bitch divorce me | |
| I'll be flooded with ice so, hellfire can't scorch me | |
| Cuban cigars meetin' | |
| Foxy at Demars | |
| Movin' cars, your top papi | |
| Senor Escobar | |
| In the black | |
| CamaroFirm deep all my niggaz hail the blackest sparrow | |
| Wallabee's be the apparel | |
| Through the darkest tunnel, | |
| I got visions of multimillions | |
| In the biggest bundle, in the | |
| Lex pushed by my nigga | |
| JungleHe money bags got | |
| Moet, Sean | |
| DonBundle of sixty-two, they ain't got a clue what we about to do | |
| My whole team we shittin' hard like | |
| CzarSosa, | |
| Foxy Brown, | |
| Cormega and | |
| EscobarI keep a fat marquis piece, laced in all the illest snake skin | |
| Armani sweaters | |
| Carolina Hebrera | |
| Be The Firm baby, from | |
| BK to the ' | |
| BridgeMy nigga | |
| Wiz, operation | |
| Firm Biz, so what the deal is | |
| I keep a phat jewel, sippin' | |
| CristiesSittin' on top of fifty grand in the | |
| Nautica Van, uhh | |
| We stay incogni' like all them thug niggaz in | |
| MarcyThe Gods, they praise | |
| Allah with visions of | |
| GandhiBet it on, my whole crew is | |
| Don JuanOn | |
| Cayman Island with a case of | |
| Cristal and | |
| Papa Chula spoke | |
| Nigga with them | |
| Cubans that snort coke | |
| Raw though, an ounce mixed wit leak that's pure though | |
| Flippin' the bigger picture, the bigger nigga with the cheddar | |
| Was mad dripper, he had a fuckin' villa in | |
| ManillaWe got to flee to | |
| Panama but wait it's half and half | |
| Keys is one and two-fifth, so how we flip | |
| Thirty-two grams raw, chop it in half, get sixteen, double it times three | |
| We got forty-eight, which mean a whole lot of cream | |
| Divide the profit by four, subtract it by eight | |
| We back to sixteen, now add the other two that ' | |
| Mega bringin' through | |
| 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 three, we got three quarters of another | |
| KIThe Firm baby, volume one, uhh |
| zuò cí : Barnes, Cruz, Jones, Marchand ... | |
| This is what, this what they want huh? | |
| This is what it' s all about | |
| What? Time to take | |
| Affirmative | |
| Action son | |
| They just don' t understand, you know | |
| I mean? Niggaz comin' sideways, thinkin' stuff is sweet man | |
| You know what | |
| I mean? Niggaz don' t understand the four devils | |
| Lust, envy, hate, jealousy | |
| Wicked niggaz man | |
| Yo, sit back, relax, catchin' contacts, sip your cognac | |
| And let' s all wash this money through this laundry mat | |
| Sneak attack, a new cat sit back, worth top dollar | |
| In fact, touch mines and | |
| I' ll react like a | |
| Rottweiler | |
| Who pull the late, we play for high stakes at gunpoint | |
| Catch ' em and break, undress ' em, tie ' em with tape, no escape | |
| The Corleone, | |
| Fettucini | |
| CaponeRoam in your own zone or get kidnapped and clapped in your dome | |
| We got it sewn, | |
| The Firm art of war is unknown | |
| Lower your tone, face it, homicide cases get blown | |
| Aristocrats, politickin' daily with diplomats | |
| See me I' m an official mack, | |
| Lex Coupe triple black | |
| Criminal thoughts in the blue | |
| Porsche, my destiny' s to be the new boss | |
| That nigga | |
| Paulie gotta die too soft | |
| That nigga' s dead on, a key heroin, they found his head on | |
| The couch with his dick in his mouth, | |
| I put the hit out | |
| Yo, the smoothest killer since | |
| Bugsy, bitches love me | |
| And Queens where my drugs be, | |
| I wear Guess jeans and rugbies | |
| Yo my people from | |
| Medina they will see you | |
| When you re up on your heater all your cream go between us | |
| Real shit, my | |
| Desert Eagle got a ill grip | |
| I chill with, niggaz that hit | |
| Dominican spots and steal bricks | |
| My red beam, made a dread scream and sprayed a | |
| Fed teamCorleone be turnin' niggaz to fiends | |
| Yukons and ninja black | |
| Lexus, ' Mega the pretty boy | |
| With mafia connections it' s | |
| The Firm nigga set it | |
| Yo, my mind is seein' through your design like blind fury | |
| I shine jewelry sippin' on crushed grapes, we lust papes | |
| And push cakes inside the casket at | |
| Just WakeIt' s sickenin', he just finished biddin' upstate | |
| And now the projects, is talkin' 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 two mill' to get the system off me" Life' s a Bitch" but | |
| God forbid, the bitch divorce me | |
| I' ll be flooded with ice so, hellfire can' t scorch me | |
| Cuban cigars meetin' | |
| Foxy at Demars | |
| Movin' cars, your top papi | |
| Senor Escobar | |
| In the black | |
| CamaroFirm deep all my niggaz hail the blackest sparrow | |
| Wallabee' s be the apparel | |
| Through the darkest tunnel, | |
| I got visions of multimillions | |
| In the biggest bundle, in the | |
| Lex pushed by my nigga | |
| JungleHe money bags got | |
| Moet, Sean | |
| DonBundle of sixtytwo, they ain' t got a clue what we about to do | |
| My whole team we shittin' hard like | |
| CzarSosa, | |
| Foxy Brown, | |
| Cormega and | |
| EscobarI keep a fat marquis piece, laced in all the illest snake skin | |
| Armani sweaters | |
| Carolina Hebrera | |
| Be The Firm baby, from | |
| BK to the ' | |
| BridgeMy nigga | |
| Wiz, operation | |
| Firm Biz, so what the deal is | |
| I keep a phat jewel, sippin' | |
| CristiesSittin' on top of fifty grand in the | |
| Nautica Van, uhh | |
| We stay incogni' like all them thug niggaz in | |
| MarcyThe Gods, they praise | |
| Allah with visions of | |
| GandhiBet it on, my whole crew is | |
| Don JuanOn | |
| Cayman Island with a case of | |
| Cristal and | |
| Papa Chula spoke | |
| Nigga with them | |
| Cubans that snort coke | |
| Raw though, an ounce mixed wit leak that' s pure though | |
| Flippin' the bigger picture, the bigger nigga with the cheddar | |
| Was mad dripper, he had a fuckin' villa in | |
| ManillaWe got to flee to | |
| Panama but wait it' s half and half | |
| Keys is one and twofifth, so how we flip | |
| Thirtytwo grams raw, chop it in half, get sixteen, double it times three | |
| We got fortyeight, which mean a whole lot of cream | |
| Divide the profit by four, subtract it by eight | |
| We back to sixteen, now add the other two that ' | |
| Mega bringin' through | |
| 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 twofifty | |
| Now triple that times three, we got three quarters of another | |
| KIThe Firm baby, volume one, uhh |