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

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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

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  • word up man... thanks for the lyrics... Banks really killed this fool

  • Banks is the truth aint no way ricky comin bac from this ,,, PLK ALL DAY!!

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  • @PrettyBoyJrod Yeah Rick Ross is a fake nigga since he a correctional offica. But that doesn't change that fiddy is a snitch. Being an offica is one thang, but a SNITCH is a totally different thang niggur.

  • Hooolyy shitt Lloyd MURDERED officer rickky baddd damnnnnnnnn

  • Shut the fuck jpalto 50 ain't no damn snitch and Rick Ross is a fat Bitch!

  • 50 cent is a snitch banks

  • Banks is way too underrated -_- Hes beast ! Deff one of the best of all time !

  • WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO KIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE ..... yaaah man... much respects to gunit styll.. the lollyd the lyricist is bomb , and all rickyfloss can come bak at him is lollyd banks is a dick sukin faggot... which is fukkkken lame..ricky is a fuken joke, a goof a pussy... GGGGGG unit... always been fuken with u nikkaz man...keep making good music

  • FuCk OfFiCeR rIcKy

    Bankz killed it wit dis 1 so did 50 in da pimpin curly videos

  • I know it does, I'm just saying the things he says, like the shades and cop shit its amazing.

  • yea well no fuck its a diss of course it refers to him

  • God dam this is straight up Murder through lyrics, everything he says refers to Rick Ross, I like Rick Ross to but DAMMMMMMMM!!!!!!!

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