knowledge the pirate - corsairs lyrics
[intro: roc marciano]
yo
[verse 1: roc marciano]
these n+ggas ain’t listen
playin’ with b+tches, and now your chain missin’ ’cause you ain’t listen (woo!)
all my ladies they complicit, they obyin’ (listen), listen
baby, this the way you get payed, pay attention and listen
yeah, okay, let’s get it (let’s get it)
the nerve of y’all tryna go major before you get hit the curveball (curveball)
word, dog, i done heard it all (uh)
i done murderd every fraud on the turnin’ ball, this what you call turmoil
this sh+t’s small (it’s light), had to cut n+ggas in a circle up
so i bought a circle, that’s all
so when i circle back for the applausе it ain’t no curtian call
check it
old english, in the past it was crack slingеrs
had to snap my fingers, i had to gather my convenience
served fiends, bags off to pass
finger rolled it off the glass with the english (uh)
smoother than alex english (uh)
if my accent was english (english), i be like michael jackson in england
i did all this with the king’s english (uh)
i did my thing, b+tch (did my thing, b+tch)
i could’ve made the dean’s list
wasn’t on my dean, i should’ve been in nc playin’ for dean smith (yeah)
might flip the queen, n+ggas thought i was queenz flip (uh)
i’m a different breed of pit
word to b.i.g., it’s just me and my b+tch
business benches, a 50/50 split
many men wish death ‘pon me like 50 cent, n+gga
uh, yo
n+gga shut up and listen
don’t get caught slippin’, the streets is talkin’, you oughta listen
a wise man said you should never speak more than you listen
so when the boss givin’ orders we supportive and listen
doggie is on a cl!ckin’
doggie is on a cl!ckin’
boy, we got to war for this chicken, look at shorty trippin’, marci
[verse 2: knowledge the pirate]
i try to tell ’em, “listen”
he had that .40 with that ladder so he wouldn’t listen
he had his shooters with ’em and both of them ninjas (get that n+gga, son)
they said they out for vengeance
ain’t nothin’ personal, they liberate
that’s mob business
yeah, listen, pirate
listen, yo
n+gga don’t hate, did it big, i had to keep faith
a real bad boy, no puffy or mase
it’s 112 on that porcelain plate
had 911 porsches, a cocaine cowboy’s new horse today
you might see me in a mandalay
or in a cosmopolitan where the players play (what up, player?)
listen, i put a b+tch on a strip, like i’m gorgeous dre
hundred rounds in the stick, that’s what’s sittin’ in the k
my ghost gun got a switch if you get in my way
that fire work like independence day, yo
department on my shirt, secret apartments where i keep my work
we touch paper like everday’s the 1st
i’m rollin’ in that rolls royce but this ain’t fred durst
i dove in that pit of ignorance, n+gga, head first
my man just beat a life sentence from an illegal search
yo, welcome home, my n+gga
[outro]
listen
liberate
listen
listen
listen
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