Lloyd Banks

Lloyd Banks

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  • Lloyd Banks Officer Down Lyrics

           

    Too easy, man can't a motherfucker 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-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 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, bitch 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 shit 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, fuck-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 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, I'm in brackets wit legendary rappers
    R-r-ratchets as we taxi, ask me if I give a fuck 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 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, fuck made him pick me to spar wit?
    We 2 different niggas, 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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