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"Drug Lords" is a track by Roc Marciano, from the album Marci Beaucoup, released 10th December 2013. Full lyrics are available below.
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[Intro: 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 [Verse 1: Knowledge The Pirate] 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 [Interlude: Knowledge] Chyeah, Pirates Let's get into this shit [Verse 2: Knowledge The Pirate] 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 [Interlude: Roc Marciano] Order in the courtroom, order in the court Order in the courtroom, damn it! Uh, yeah [Verse 3: Roc Marciano] 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 [Outro: Roc Marciano] 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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