Sean Price - Go Ramborate me
I know a man who's always right
Says he's neva wrong
But one day when we needed his strength
Ya found that all that gone
(Intro: Sean Price)
That's why I can't stand yo ass now
(Verse: Sean Price)
Uh, go Rambo
4-4 clap at them, open yo toe sandals
Oh no, the African rapper, the dope sample
I told y'all cats when I'm focused, yo flow Sambo, P!
I hit 'em harder with the launch tray
Bullets small with forward Iguodala the Andre
Gun in my hand, the knife in the other
Whicheva one of them strike, say good night to yo luva
Lead pop, got mom dukes in a headlock
No exaggeration duke, I'm tight with yo mother, P!
I don't listen to most rappers
Most rappers suck, fuck, Ruck is the toast clapper
Butta yo bread, the gun to yo 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
Fuck out of here, P!
(Verse 2: Illa Ghee)
Pointin' guns at my baby mother
It's all gravy, throw the 80 at my baby brother
Undiscovered, discuss gun squeezin', I hush hush the demons
I'm the definition and the meanin'
On the scene, News 7, make reality dream wait
I make fatality scream hate, so hate and say no more
I'm spittin' disrespectful from an ancient sword
I ex-a-sketch then I X ya like the angel's hoard
When I rewind, see I seen it befo'
So decline like mine, put the nine on the floor
Peep in mind, I don't mind to put yo mind on yo 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 yo distance
Like a chess game, Illa keep a angle like a bishop
(Verse 3: Head I.C.E.)
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 sum'
Ill and Sean got a sale but there's sum' jooks comin'
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 & open cold cases
So put them back in the fridge, congest 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