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Officer Down [Rick Ross Diss] w/ Lyrics - Lloyd Banks

4y ago


New Hot Shit Good Quality Download Visit Lyrics: Too easy, man cant a motherfucker round you see me Youd need a AK and a genie, a whole POUND of wheaties My heart so freezy, 3d birdie to the click you claim Victories my valentine, Im in a different lane Strong as cocaine Long as Im sane I wont be took for games I can guarantee when its over you wont look the same Drownin in shame, callin my names like callin Candy Man Suicide on a platter, splatter your brain, he banned Understand, this aint a obstacle its comical The shades you wear been blindin you Everyone knows what Ima do Everyone knows Im lava, fool Bet he come more phenomenal Deadly, ready for drama Whoever want it can climb in too Broken egos I promise you, desert eagles and llamas threw W-why would you f-fuck wit me, s-stupid move C-come around, get f-f-found beat up and bruised You need support, a couple crews Beef out here aint nothin new, Ill make you sleep uncomfortable Nightmares of P.O. punchin you, flatline Doctor pumpin you, the blind could see the punk in you Girl in you, bitch in you, I will kick thru all of you Football wit you, soccer when we see him, DDT him Leave him bleedin, well be even Even thru coppin and pleading He be talkin bout the weight he push Use to punch the clock in jail, drove his mama car round Now he got what chu want for sale See it, I bought it; its official if I flaunt it If ya diamonds really real Then put the diamond tester on it He dont want it Ill run up on his shadow hit him proper He bout real as a 4 dollar bill, Carol City Copper Chop em down, one by one, two by two this what I do If you knew what I knew then youll be cool, youll be thru He makin money? Well we makin money too, whoopee doo Well be here long after he disappear, this is proof 151 in the booth, so slipperyson is the truth Come get me, Im in the coupe 4-fizzy, Im in the loop wit Biggie, piece of fruit CAKE They dont want no problems watch they boots SHAKE Tremble, terrified, now its too LATE Theres no stoppin till I see empires crumble beside me Entire families divided, dickin ya hoe is my hobby Ya sorry, probably the weakest shit to try me I be everywhere the guap be, and ya fat, musty and sloppy Freeway Ricky Ross copy, and the real ones comin home Peace to him, fuck-you Click, Pop pop pop, Im gone Im too strong, you been warned Quiet storm when I perform When I get on, Im like big pac, hell reborn Word to mama, word is bond Long kiss goodnight, the pistol tight, my clip too tight You superthug, Im kryptonite Sleep wit me, ya bitch just might Same promotion, different fight Still ballin, poppin bottles, my wrist is white Drive the cars that bitches like, this is like Practice, pay ya taxes Fore you spit my name out backwards A-a-ask around, Im in brackets wit legendary rappers R-r-ratchets as we taxi, ask me if I give a f-f-fuckem ALL Makaveli when I bomb, I hit em up G-g-get buck, cut, stuck, look Wont make much a difference, this is childs play L-l-lyrical battery yall way Pretty ladies in my mercedes, product of the 80s 40s, 50s blickies wit me hit me they call me crazy High and hazy, shady, grimey, slimey in every way 30 cities, 30 shooters, were like the NBA Blaze when you want me stop, tough plot Big macs for every one you can eat, Pound for every pound you got Call me loyal, honored, armored in bullet catchin garment Getcha versace pirhannad, mangled, and left retarded Im on another planet, fuck made him pick me to spar wit? We 2 different n***as, that makes you a special target In this market they let impersonators walk round 50 bodied you, I just laid the chalk down