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LLOYD BANKS lyrics : "Officer Down"

[Lloyd Banks]
Too easy, man can't a mother$#&@er round you see me
You'd 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, I'm in a different lane
Strong as cocaine

Long as I'm sane I won't be took for games
I can guarantee when it's over you won't look the same
Drownin' in shame, callin' my name's like callin' Candy Man

Suicide on a platter, splatter your brain, he banned
Understand, this ain't a obstacle it's comical
The shades you wear been blindin' you

Everyone knows what I'ma do
Everyone knows I'm lava, fool
Bet he come more phenomenal

Deadly, ready for drama
Whoever want it can climb in too
Broken ego's I promise you, desert eagles and llamas threw

W-why would you f-$#&@ 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 ain't nothin' new, I'll 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, (*##$ in you, I will kick thru all of you
Football wit you, soccer when we see him, DDT him
Leave him bleedin', we'll be even

Even thru coppin' and pleading
He been talkin' bout the weight he push
Use to punch the clock in jail, drove his mama car 'round

Now he got whatchu want for sale
See it, I bought it; it's official if I flaunt it
If ya diamond really real then put the diamond tester on it

He don't want it
I'll 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 you'll be cool, you'll be thru
He makin' money? Well we makin' money too, whoopee doo

We'll be here long after he disappear, this is proof
151 in the booth, so slippery...son is the truth
Come get me, I'm in the coupe

4-fizzy, I'm in the loop wit Biggie, piece of fruit CAKE
They don't want no problems watch they boots SHAKE
Tremble, terrified, now it's too LATE

There's no stoppin' till I see empires crumble beside me
Entire families divided, diggin ya hole is my hobby
Ya sorry, probably the weakest %#@! to try me

I be everywhere the guap be, and ya fat, musty and sloppy
Freeway "Ricky Ross" copy, and the real one's comin' home
Peace to him, $#&@-you

Click, Pop pop pop, I'm gone
I'm too strong, you been warned
Quiet storm when I perform

When I get on, I'm like B.I.G., Pac, L reborn
Word to mama, word is bond
Long kiss goodnight, the pistol tight, my clip too tight

You superthug, I'm kryptonite
Sleep wit me, ya (*##$ just might
Same promotion, different fight

Still ballin', poppin' bottles, my wrist is white
Drive the cars that (*##$es like, this is like
Practice, pay ya taxes

'Fore you spit my name out backwards
A-a-ask around, I'm in brackets wit legendary rappers
R-r-ratchets as we taxi, ask me if I give a $#&@ f-$#&@em' ALL

Makaveli when I bomb, I hit em' up
G-g-get buck, cut, stuck, look
Wont make much a difference, this is child's play

L-l-lyrical battery ya'll way
Pretty ladies in my mercedes, product of the '80s
40's, 50's blick'ies wit me hit me they call me crazy

High and hazy, shady, grimey, slimey in every way
30 cities, 30 shooters, we're 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 pirhanna'd, mangled, and left !@$!ed
I'm on another planet, $#&@ made him pick me to spar wit?
We 2 different ^!$$%s, that makes you a special target

In this market they let impersonators walk 'round
50 bodied you, I just laid the chalk down

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