[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
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
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