Roc Marciano Pistolier Lyrics

Reloaded Track Listing
CD 1
  • 1 Tek to a Mack
  • 2 Flash Gordon
  • 3 Not Told
  • 4 Pistolier
  • 5 Thugs Prayer, Part 2
  • 6 76
  • 7 We Ill
  • 8 Deeper
  • 9 Death Parade
  • 10 20 Guns
  • 11 Peru
  • 12 Thread Count
  • 13 Nine Spray
  • 14 Emeralds
  • 15 The Man
  • (CHORUS)
    Truth or dare,
    For niggas that’ll shoot the square
    Yeah, Gortex, got a few pair
    Bust a move, make a shoe tear
    Take off your ear like a souvenir
    Swing from the chandelier
    Richard Gere with the gear Ric Flair
    Squeeze clips in the brisk air
    Split your pear for for the wristwear
    The kid is a pistolier

    Yo, diamond choker
    We binded up the ponderosa
    Islamic culture
    Put the copper in the toaster
    Pot smoker, push the Rover
    With the silent motor
    Mama, I’m vulgar
    My persona got the fly aroma
    Catch me on stage
    Rapping in Jamaican accent (Bombaclot)
    Bang a actress
    From Moreno to Anglo Saxon
    Display the axes
    Twin nickle plated ratchet
    The rainbow roll is radioactive
    With a tramp, daddy gallivant
    Break the marrow like an aloe plant
    We came gallant in the caravan
    The Smith & Wesson be the mallet brand
    You tend to extend the olive branch
    All my niggas hustle digital scales, Cazals
    The fish scale, color Kevin McHale
    Lift the veil where the pelicans sail
    The black Mac 11 is held
    You either go to Heaven or Hell
    Motherfucker

    (CHORUS)
    Truth or dare,
    For niggas that’ll shoot the square
    Yeah, Gortex, got a few pair
    Bust a move, make a shoe tear
    Take off your ear like a souvenir
    Swing from the chandelier
    Richard Gere with the gear Ric Flair
    Squeeze clips in the brisk air
    Split your pear for for the wristwear
    The kid is a pistolier

    Tighten the knot
    Nights at the dock
    Shot at the livestock
    The top of the thermometer pop
    One monkey don’t make the show stop
    We plot over the stovetop
    Sip Coronas, lift the Dakotas
    With the shoulder stock
    Mozzola popping the pan
    Pop a clan, chop the tan
    The king’s head was propped on the stand
    Feeding at the garden of Eden
    I’m a heathen
    Two fifths of my bitch cleavage
    It’s the completion
    Scripted jewel
    I’m sitting by the pool
    Mate with the Goddess
    Light the chronic
    With a flame from a comet
    Plant the seed
    I’m limping like Willis Reed
    Move at a pimp speed to bend trees
    The theme make the triple beam lean
    Lit up a stick of nicotine
    Got me ducking ten speed in Benvarine
    Pin the text
    Pinky resting in crystal meth
    Tickle the trigger with the index, press

    (CHORUS)
    Truth or dare,
    For niggas that’ll shoot the square
    Yeah, Gortex, got a few pair
    Bust a move, make a shoe tear
    Take off your ear like a souvenir
    Swing from the chandelier
    Richard Gere with the gear Ric Flair
    Squeeze clips in the brisk air
    Split your pear for for the wristwear
    The kid is a pistolier

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