majik panda - goodfellas (officer ricky diss) lyrics
[verse 1: majik panda]
hey yo i wanna talk about these goodfellas
you know, the ones that say they in the hood h-ll i
dunno, tough guys with enough lies homie they frontin’
you showing something, they slowin’ up on the front lines
yep and you know i got enough time to throw another punchline
at jimmy f-cking two-times, oh you’re gonna get the paper, go get the paper
i know you are, you said it two times don’t say i’m hating
my mind is past the breaking point, i’m just past the faking
it’s like these motherf-ckers make it or break it
based on the bacon, the cheddar man it’s better to take it
fiat paper make ’em dead in the matrix
ahead of the game i’m steadily fading these c-cksuckers
man they heavy sedated, already i made it
you know they love to talk sh-t they heavy debatin’
you know they talking that bullsh-t when they saying they hood rich
and they talking they hoodness when they telling their war-stories
my goodness it’s so boring to me, i am more into thee
straight raw sh-t, that nate dogg sh-t, that snoop d o double
with eminem, yeah you know you’re in trouble when the white boy wanna rumble
okay then there’s the black barney rubble, this fat ma’f-cker
they be calling ricky ross and the facts man they ain’t gonna stop
the dude’s a cop, he first denied yeah he lied and tried to hide it
then it blew up in his face the sh-t sent fire to his eyelids
behind his eyelids he dreams of a thousand islands
he creams like a thousand times to miami vice, sh-ts on at nine
this motherf-ckers playing dress-up, a wrestler yup
impressing the kids, so blessed in the biz
caressing his t-ts yeah rickys eating lobster and pasta
the mobster imposter, the panda will demolish his roster
f-ck a maybach, all i see is fake pacs
i’mma murder all of ‘dem boys, a piece of cake, watch
soon as my tape drops, i donatello these w-nkstas
you know they anxious, still banking to get a fake watch
motherf-ck a fake watch i don’t care about no material things
i’m a serial k!ller in the ring, thrilla in manilla
k!ller wit’ the sting, floating so high, b-tterfly effect
my b-tterknife cut ’em right open yup, they soft
in the middle they pop-tarts, paying to be pop-stars
playing on the radio pop-charts, i will stop hearts
ricky’s getting resuscitated i’m thinking it’s stress related
his drinkings excessive lately, you know he’s poppin’ them bottles
yeah he’s downing a full-throttle and vodka, a full bottle
this motherf-ckers numbing the pain, to come in the game
claiming the sh-t that he claim
oh look how bad he be at the police academy
and he cracks under pressure, yes sir, a stuttering pr-ck
an obese joe pesci, the police are his clique
cl!ck boom, officer down, officer down
back up, back up yeah i’m offing these clowns
i toss ’em around just call it a rap son
the era of fake sh-t is over, don’t call this a takeover
it’s more of a genocide, like dennis the menace i’ve
decided to wreak havoc, i end ’em with venom
nice i am to my victims, i k!ll ’em quick
these dudes is ill equipped
majik panda i’m on some iller sh-t
but on some realer sh-t they ain’t gon’ get on my level
they gotta read between the lines but they 3rd eye blind
they mind is stuck in the cave, i’m so illuminated it’s great
the sun is shining i’m chilling in outer sp-ce
a villain without a face, they got you scared of nothing
you know they bluffing, just live at your own pace
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