paroles de chanson Drug Lords (feat. Knowledge the Pirate) - Roc Marciano feat. Knowledge the Pirate
Uh-huh,
you
already
know
It's
that
Pirate
shit
Let's
get
into
this
The
life
of
a
drug
lord,
yo
Them
niggas
losing
weight,
my
niggas
be
moving
weight
Sit
at
the
table,
get
food
on
your
plate
Before
you
eat,
nigga
just
say
your
grace,
handcuffin'
gates
While
we
stuffing
our
face,
trey-eight
on
my
waste
Four-fifth
on
the
hip,
extended
clip,
cocaine
benefits
Desert
Eagle
for
my
nemesis
Uh,
suppliers
and
buyers
illegal
immigrants
US
citizens
dividing
dirty
Bemjamins
Bentley
and
Benzes
for
my
gentlemen
and
women
friend
Foreign
cars,
European
rims
Double
R,
sapphire
gin,
crème
da
la
crème
Get
down
or
lay
down
like
JBM
Chyeah,
Pirates
Let's
get
into
this
shit
This
is
La
Cosa
Nostra,
black
mafiosa
Shoulder
strap,
gats
and
holster
All
black,
two
straps
stashed
in
the
Rover
La
vida
loca,
Keyser
Söze
with
the
coca
Bet
your
man
fold
like
a
hand
of
poker
Hundred
grand
wrapped
in
rubber
bands
Make
the
stash
inside
the
sofa
Can
make
four
hundred
grams
before
the
night
is
over
Uh,
standing
on
MLK,
staring
at
broken
dreams
Serving
coke
and
dope
to
fiends
like
Malcolm
X
by
any
means
If
necessary,
send
'em
to
the
cemetery
Send
a
kite
out
to
Larry
to
read
his
name
in
an
obituary
To
my
adversaries,
six
feet
deep
is
where
they
buried
Fight
or
flee
or
either
plead
the
fifth
to
the
jury
Order
in
the
courtroom,
order
in
the
court
Order
in
the
courtroom,
damn
it!
Crash
the
shores
with
the
swords,
throwin'
paws
Wooden
floors,
I
have
no
flaws
They
horde
behind
closed
doors,
due
to
my
vocal
chords
Taunt
the
whole
orb,
avoid
the
morgue
like
the
hawk
Cock
the
four
and
I'm
assured,
the
crown
has
thorns
They
mourn
when
you
passed
on
I
yawned
and
moved
the
glass
pawn
Weather
the
storm
with
persistence,
the
ship
drifted
Plus
the
coat
I
wore
was
water
resistant
Proud
gun,
a
hundred
round
drums,
succumb
or
lose
a
thumb
You
know
the
outcome,
the
clouds
block
the
sun
Moonless
nights
amongst
the
mice
and
the
termites
Knights,
troglodytes,
stack
the
bills
to
Bill
Cartwright
height
From
that
height
up
to
the
satellite,
twice
Yeah,
yeah,
that's
right,
crack
the
ice
My
cut
of
cloth
jacket's
rare
like
the
white
rhino
Prepared
an
airtight
recital,
defend
the
title
Rocked
the
belt
that
made
the
flesh
melt
Possessed
by
the
wealth,
you're
lying
to
yourself
This
is
like
lion
vs.
elk,
the
nine
is
on
the
shelf
Dip
the
five
inside
the
almond
milk,
tilt
Heheheh,
word
nigga,
drug
lords
Marc,
word
up,
Pirate
Y'all
niggas
throw
rocks
and
hide
your
fuckin'
palms
man
(Boy!)
Y'all
already
know
what
we
do
We
social
network
niggas
straight
up,
heheh
Word
up,
y'all
pussy
shit
Won't
respect
it,
but
I'ma
tell
you
like
this
nigga
This
shit
mines
man,
y'all
niggas
can't
lurk
man
'Bout
to
put
a
foot
on
y'all
niggas'
neck
Slide
up
in
your
shit
late
night,
pillow
in
your
face
.38,
knock
your
fucking
block
off,
straight
up
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