[Intro]
Today, there's a new epidemic
Smokable cocaine, otherwise known as crack
It is an explosively destructive and often lethal substance
Which is crushing its users
It is an uncontrolled fire
Emilio Escobar shit
'85, crack era shit, fuck y'all know about it?
Let me talk to 'em
Pirates
Listen, yo
[Verse 1]
I'm from the era of Reagan and Bush
Where dirty pussies get douched and rat niggas get they shit pushed
And once you up, then you make sure that your man good
How you eating on steak? He struggling with canned goods
And never let no wealth compromise your manhood
Two thousand pounds, a couple towns, that's what the plan was
He held me down, I held them down, that's what the fam' does
Expand the network out of town and don't get jammed up
Make sure them body counts are down, that's how them feds come
This ain't a forty-yard dash, we want the long run
Three hundred thou' in the stash for when the law come
Man, you can put it in the floor, in the wall, son
'Cause out here, shit ain't pizza and cream
We all had street dreams to live like Meech and his team
A couple handheld scales with a few triple beams
Yeah, we comin' for the chip and the ring
Like Magic and Kareem in Phoenix, we sweeping your team
You might see me in Harlem or Lenox, dropping off things (Where you goin', nigga?)
With a bird under my wing
And I run with a murderous team that's known for serving them things
My man just got locked up in Jersey in a sting
I bailed him out and now he back doin' his thing, pirates
[Interlude]
Doin' his thing out there, I see you, son (Listen)
[Verse 2]
'87, '88 like Magic and Kareem
Back-to-back championship rings
Felt like we playing in Boston, all this white and this green
Once we got rid of that bird, then it built self-esteem
Man, I keep a good shooter, plus my passes are mean
Man, I keep a good shooter, plus my passes are mean
Sort of like Magic off the screen (No look)
Man, I did it for my team
Once I threw the assist, food appeared on the dish
When it's a open shot, my shooters won't miss
That 40 Glock, left 'em stinking, smelling like feces and piss
Get up on 'em, five pounds of pressure, squeeze and he hit
Five spots, 50K a week and we lit
That's a quarter million, at least a mill' a month on the flip
My young niggas drillin', quick to put a hole in some shit
They ain't got no cylinder, AMG came with a stick
We dressed to kill, dripped in designer, totin' a blick
Making that coke and that dope money flip
Niggas'll love to put a hole in your ship
Up north, keep a pole plain as snow, as cold as it get
Forty below, cold heartbeat the fit
New York City, yeah, we keep the torch lit
911 Porsche, see the horse shit
Fuck what you thought, man, we been on boss shit
Yeah, we keep the torch lit
911 Porsche, see the horse shit
[Outro]
See me sliding down 125th
On my way to 131st and Saint Nick
Eighth ave, seventh ave type shit
Pirates
So many things that she misses
She don't even know what she's missing
And that's how she knows that she missed
So many—
So many things that she misses
She don't even know what she's missing
And that's how she knows that she missed
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