Goodfellas (Officer Ricky Diss)

[Verse 1: Majik Panda] Hey yo I wanna talk about these Goodfellas You know, the ones that say they in the hood hell 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 fucking 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 motherfuckers 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 cocksuckers Man they heavy sedated, already I made it You know they love to talk shit they heavy debatin' You know they talking that bullshit 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 shit, that Nate Dogg shit, 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'fucker 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 shit sent fire to his eyelids Behind his eyelids he dreams of a thousand islands He creams like a thousand times to Miami Vice, shits on at nine This motherfuckers playing dress-up, a wrestler yup Impressing the kids, so blessed in the biz Caressing his tits yeah Rickys eating lobster and pasta The mobster imposter, the Panda will demolish his roster Fuck 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 wankstas You know they anxious, still banking to get a fake watch Motherfuck a fake watch I don't care about no material things I'm a serial killer in the ring, thrilla in Manilla Killer wit' the sting, floating so high, butterfly effect My butterknife 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 motherfuckers numbing the pain, to come in the game Claiming the shit that he claim Oh look how bad he be at the police academy And he cracks under pressure, yes sir, a stuttering prick An obese Joe Pesci, the police are his clique Click 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 shit 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 kill 'em quick These dudes is ill equipped Majik Panda I'm on some iller shit But on some realer shit 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 Space A villain without a face, they got you scared of nothing You know they bluffing, just live at your own pace