Corsairs

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[Intro: Roc Marciano] Yo [Verse 1: Roc Marciano] These niggas ain't listen Playin' with bitches, and now your chain missin' 'cause you ain't listen (Woo!) All my ladies they complicit, they obey and 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 could hit the curveball (Curveball) Word, dawf, I done heard it all (Uh) I done murderd every fraud on the turnin' ball, this what you call turmoil This shit's small (It's light), had to cut niggas in a circle up So I bought a circular saw So when I circle back for the applause, it ain't no curtian call Chеck it, Old english, in the past, it was crack slingers Had to snap my fingеrs, 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, bitch (Did my thing, bitch) I could've made the dean's list, wasn't on my deen I should've been in NC playin' for Dean Smith (Yeah) Might flip the Queen, niggas thought I was Queenz Flip (Uh) I'm a different breed of pit, word to B.I.G., it's just me and my bitch Business benches, a 50/50 split Many men wish death 'pon me like 50 Cent, nigga Uh, yo Nigga 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 it's on and clickin' Doggie it's on and clickin' 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 listen (Get that nigga, son) They said they out for vengeance Ain't nothin' personal, they liberate, that's mob business Yeah, listen, Pirate Listen, yo Nigga 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 bitch 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 compartments where I keep my work We touch paper like everyday's the 1st I'm rollin' in that Rolls Royce but this ain't Fred Durst I dove in that pit of ignorance, nigga, head first My man just beat a life sentence from an illegal search Yo, welcome home, my nigga [Outro] Listen Liberate Listen Listen Listen