OG Tone - Kimbo (Rambo Remix) lyrics

[Hook] I'mma come swinging like I'm Kimbo Had to raise the bar, motherf**ers tryna limbo Looking for the boy? I'm him tho Kimbo They be talking sh** til' they slit throat Still facing L's like my Winslow I'mma come swinging like I'm Kimbo Like I'm Kimbo [Bridge] I'mma come swinging like I'm Kimbo Slice Your girl like my boots, said my Timbo's nice I want the whole thing, need a big old slice And pray in the morning cause I sinned all night It's Haze It's Haze k**a [Verse 1: Kamre Haze] World on road, ol' boy wanna street fight I'mma beat it up how I treat the f**ing beat, right I be cooking up, leave you rare like the beef, right I ain't gonna slow down, I don't need a green light No telling, what I got planned Nobody, is gonna stop Kam I really am the type to panhandle the pot I really am the type to manhandle a thot Tell em look around, where the f** am I at? Top of my game, where the f** is y'all at? Swerving in the wrong, following my path Pussies tryna copy cat? That's how you die fast Live young, die fast Pissing on lawns, setting fire to the dry gra** Said he got heart, just wait til' he bypa** Acting all hard, when I seen him he said "My bad" Motherf**ers hated us Changed up quick, like they sniffing angel dust Me and Tone been doing this forever Real sh**, it don't even take effort Turning sh** to gold so I guess we is some alchemists Said my story don't add up, she take Calculus Get out of my face man Really just mad cause his girl in my waistband [Hook] [Verse 2: OG Tone] Vietnam what I capture Eyes wide shut for the closed caption rapture Rap sh** be told, I'm more lyrically exposed Then the Edgar Allen Poe, and the casket close after I'm finished Assessing all of my digits, a**a**inating these victims And piling more spinach onto my dinner plate Thinning they blood, iron them out Steel in my lungs, steering their young brains Hearing the sound of change, rattle my bones tattle Tale strangled, the homies the face in the mud Placing my money on people who never bet Tone would turn to a threat, threat would turn into rapping I'm snapping off like Tourette's And touring is my pocket, I'm lashing it out Crashing the market and making static that's big that's big as my bank account An addict to my prescriptions , subscribing all those who dissing The dungeon is where I lead em, oven is where I heat em Cook em up and they servin, they doing the time of thirty My Supra's is getting dirty, I'm stupid from all the p**y And b**hes they keep on flirtin, I'm flying away Hiding away, the pigs is coming, I gotta escape Momma, I said, this freshman come up to me the other day He nervous as hell, I whispered "Son, you ain't got to say" He said it though, I let him know, I could've roasted his a** But y'all treat hip-hop like a joke, I put respect in my craft Yeah, I put my respect craft I put respect in my craft [Bridge] We are, Batavia's Finest No need, even to remind us 9 Vine, that's where you'll find us Might leave you mind f**ed, don't even mind us We be in the cut like Kimbo Slice With two bad hoes, my Akimbo nice HAZE