Lion Gang ft. Klee Magor, Benny Brahmz & Big Stretch The Demon Slayer Lyrics

The Lion, King of the Jungle

The fiercest of all the animal kingdom

They roam in packs

They roam in a gang

The lion gang

You talk a lot of shit, but can you back it up

We got a lot of them things

It's what the fuck is up

Gettin' dough, slingin' this blow

The flow's hot, crawlin' all fours

When I let off, this gunfire

I'm a pro, so don't piss me off

I run the streets with more peoples

We handle beef with the heaters

They can't defeat us

Them haters can't even fuckin' see us

It's Benny Brahmz and the Klee

We holdin' it down, raiding

We ain't playin', watch what you sayin

And if you owe your payin

Buckin' at the fools for fat stacks

My cash is intact

Or you can get shanked

And striked up off the map

Give us daps for doin' this rap shit

In fact, you can kiss my ass, bitch

I grind till I strike it rich

Feel my crew ready to ride

On anybody try to step

To my niggas, you die

We baggin' bodies on the real son

Cross me, and meet the four to five

I'm a peele one

Trust me, I deal with you low lives

The lion

The king of the jungle

The fiercest beast

In all of the animal kingdom

When the lions are together

They will prowl

And they will attack

Step down, motherfuckers

You do not want to be their prey

The apex predator

Eh yo, I'm war torn, forlorn

Caught up in a war zone, the war's on

Wearing you out just like the ozone

What goes on flows strong

A lotta drug dealin', thugs cheatin

Got him in the scope like it's duck season

What the fuck's the reason

These greedy suckers tryin' to stop me from eatin

I'ma go out bleedin

For what I believe in

Shake these demons, break these heathens

Take payments, fuck your fake agreements

And I'm the meaning of real, the real deal

Conceal, steal, so ill

Don't make them gats peel

And you's a snitch, right

The prima donna bitch type

That don't spit tight

Not any faggot should grip a mic

You best to dip aight

Before it becomes a pistol fight

Fuck Mr. Nice Guy

Get the green shine like kryptonite

And I'm a trip tonight

Get one of the goons to hit the lights

Split your wig precise

Cold blooded style, put your gig on ice

It's Klee the living definition of a bad man

Like Afghanistani Taliban madman

Dumpin' bodies in the trash can

Got the feds on the case

Tryin' to find out the destinations that I last been

You's a has been

And no, you never been

My DNA linked

Holy like the Old Testament

And I'm the best to win

I play the game of chess within

Cornered on the board

Notify your next of kin

Yeah

That's right, motherfuckers

It's Klee

Riviera Regime

Lion gang, motherfuckers

The Lions

Ferocious

The killers of the jungle

Guess we gonna play

We don't skin teeth

No time to date

Don't get caught up with the gun play

Or get your ass kicked like gun play

In the streets for these dudes I got no pity

A bunch of bandwagoners

Tryin' to join the Toronto City Committee

But we keeps it nitty and gritty

You might hear gats poppin' off

Where you have to grab your pickney

Niggas scatter and run from the action

Like they Bo Jackson

When we do this rap shit

Yo, we do it with passion

Not like these other wack dudes

Who do it for fashion

Sound clashing

Creating a division

Music should be a mission

Not a competition

Using the third eye of God's vision

The scriptures keep us glistening

Shining bright

As we fight the evil forces with light

So you best to hold tight

The Lions

When they roam

Nothing can get in their way

They are the apex predators

King of the jungle

On the Attack

The Lion Gang

No other animal can contest

With the Lions