Sean Price, Illa Ghee, Head I.C.E - Go Rambo lyrics

I know a man who's always right
Says he's never wrong
But one day when he needed his strength
He found it all had gone

That's why I can't stand your ass now p!

Uh, go Rambo
Four-four clap at them, open your toe sandals
Oh, no, the African rap with the dope sample
I told y'all cats when I'm
Focused, your flow shambles, p!
I hit 'em harder with the large trey
Bullets small but forward Iguodala the Andre
Gun in my hand, the knife in the other
Whichever one of them strike
Say good night to your lover
Lead pop, got mom dukes in a headlock
No exaggeration duke, I'm tight
With your mother, p!
I don't listen to most rappers
Most rappers suck, fuck
Ruck is the toast clapper
Butter your bread, the gun to your head
I eat, shit, sleep, murder, gun in my bed, P!
Swing swords on the gunner pound
Sean is the king, the lord of the underground
Salute fuck outta here, P!


Pointing guns at my baby mother
It's all gravy
Throw the 80 at my baby brother
Undiscovered, discuss gun squeezing
I hush hush the demons
I'm the definition and the meaning
On the scene, News 7, make reality dream wait
I make fatality scream hate
So hate and say no more
I'm spitting disrespectful from
An ancient sword i ex-a-sketch then I X you
Like the angel's hoard
When I rewind, see I seen it before
So decline like mine
Put the nine on the floor peep in mind
I don't mind to put your mind on your door
Mano y mano
Couldn't stop the reign with the poncho
Illa the animal, I'm straight from the Congo
Flow as a tornado and this
Cradle in the condo
Bottom line, sucker niggas
Keep your distance like a chess game
Illa keep a angle like a bishop illa

Mice say cheese, for the bread
It's all ground beef
He probably ran to police before he found me
Always swim with the sharks
Well then I harpooned them
He ducked to water and swam
I got to part two 'em
With the fish full of scale
I got to cook something
Ill and Sean got a sale
But it's a jooks coming
I'm too good for the streets
I got my bachelor's
I mean what's good with the beef
I got my spatula
Dead bodies tell tales and open cold cases
So put them back in the fridge
'cus just the toes gray bum, go Rambo
Tank and plane got tape on both handles, bao
Hit 'em from the land or above
I handle a grudge so bitch will
Put a hand in my tub
ICE, chill or be cold without a winter day
I kill stars at the end like the movie Grey
Wolf