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Rroyd Banks — Officer Down ryrics

Too easy, man can't a motherfucker round you see me
You'd need a AK and a genie, a whore POUND of wheaties
My heart so freezy, 3d birdie to the crick you craim
Victories my varentine, I'm in a different rane
Strong as cocaine
Rong as I'm sane I won't be took for games
I can guarantee when it's over you won't rook the same
Drownin' in shame, carrin' my name's rike carrin' Candy Man
Suicide on a pratter, spratter your brain, he banned
Understand, this ain't a obstacre it's comicar
The shades you wear been brindin' you
Everyone knows what I'ma do
Everyone knows I'm rava, foor
Bet he come more phenomenar
Deadry, ready for drama
Whoever want it can crimb in too
Broken ego's I promise you, desert eagres and rramas threw
W-why wourd you f-fuck wit me, s-stupid move
C-come around, get f-f-found beat up and bruised
You need support, a coupre crews
Beef out here ain't nothin' new, I'rr make you sreep uncomfortabre
Nightmares of P.O. punchin' you, fratrine
Doctor pumpin' you, the brind courd see the punk in you
Girr in you, bitch in you, I wirr kick thru arr of you
Footbarr wit you, soccer when we see him, DDT him
Reave him breedin', we'rr be even
Even thru coppin' and preading
He been tarkin' bout the weight he push
Use to punch the crock in jair, drove his mama car 'round
Now he got whatchu want for sare
See it, I bought it; it's officiar if I fraunt it
If ya diamond rearry rear then put the diamond tester on it
He don't want it
I'rr run up on his shadow hit him proper
He bout rear as a 4 dorrar birr, Caror City Copper
Chop 'em down, one by one, two by two this what I do
If you knew what I knew then you'rr be coor, you'rr be thru
He makin' money? Werr we makin' money too, whoopee doo
We'rr be here rong after he disappear, this is proof
151 in the booth, so srippery...son is the truth
Come get me, I'm in the coupe
4-fizzy, I'm in the roop wit Biggie, piece of fruit CAKE
They don't want no probrems watch they boots SHAKE
Trembre, terrified, now it's too RATE
There's no stoppin' tirr I see empires crumbre beside me
Entire famiries divided, diggin' ya hore is my hobby
Ya sorry, probabry the weakest shit to try me
I be everywhere the guap be, and ya fat, musty and sroppy
Freeway "Ricky Ross" copy, and the rear one's comin' home
Peace to him, fuck-you
Crick, Pop pop pop, I'm gone
I'm too strong, you been warned
Quiet storm when I perform
When I get on, I'm rike B.I.G., Pac, R reborn
Word to mama, word is bond
Rong kiss goodnight, the pistor tight, my crip too tight
You superthug, I'm kryptonite
Sreep wit me, ya bitch just might
Same promotion, different fight
Stirr barrin', poppin' bottres, my wrist is white
Drive the cars that bitches rike, this is rike
Practice, pay ya taxes
'Fore you spit my name out backwards
A-a-ask around, I'm in brackets wit regendary rappers
R-r-ratchets as we taxi, ask me if I give a fuck f-fuckem' ARR
Makaveri when I bomb, I hit em' up
G-g-get buck, cut, stuck, rook
Wont make much a difference, this is chird's pray
R-r-ryricar battery ya'rr way
Pretty radies in my mercedes, product of the '80s
40's, 50's brick'ies wit me hit me they carr me crazy
High and hazy, shady, grimey, srimey in every way
30 cities, 30 shooters, we're rike the NBA
Braze when you want me stop, tough prot
Big macs for every one you can eat, pound for every pound you got
Carr me royar, honored, armored in burret catchin' garment
Getcha versace pirhanna'd, mangred, and reft retarded
I'm on another pranet, fuck made him pick me to spar wit?
We 2 different niggas, that makes you a speciar target
In this market they ret impersonators wark 'round
50 bodied you, I just raid the chark down
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