Lloyd Banks - Officer Down lyrics

Too easy, man can't a motherf**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 c**aine 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-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, b**h 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 sh** 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, f**-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 b**h just might Same promotion, different fight Still ballin', poppin' bottles, my wrist is white Drive the cars that b**hes 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** f-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 retarded I'm on another planet, f** 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