Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Lions In The Forest , by - DJ Muggs. Release date: 14.09.2008
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Lions In The Forest |
| Yo, slap-box 52, hand combat, man down |
| Now you getting treated like a liquid youth |
| Pearl handle, black ruger popping up |
| It’s the return of the Trench Coat Mafia |
| You got a clique but I bet they won’t die for ya |
| Last nigga that fronted I moved more Khadafi them |
| I’m busting lead in, Armageddon, God is seven |
| Top of the dome is embedded |
| I set it, step in the realms and get sweat it |
| My foes get beheaded, live wit no edits, shred it |
| Negative thoughts about the G-O-D you betta dead it |
| Cuz that’s bad credit |
| All night me on the mic is athletic |
| High heights seeing my sight is like heaven |
| Fire fly, flying higher flights a bad weather |
| Whateva, get it together, my neck leather |
| Once again welcome to the f**king next level |
| Metal plus nada, stretch limousine |
| Machine guns running up wit 26 fillings |
| F**k everything tho, we fight for the children |
| (Chorus) Planet Asia 2x |
| Ten steps — draw — who want war? |
| Raise your swords and prepare for the Lords |
| Running around like 'Lions In the Forrest' |
| But we came to conquer the lands just like wars |
| I’m throwing blind guillotines for Philistine |
| Came wit an iller team to run up in ya castle and kill ya King |
| I’m doing my thing, dance wit the Lord in the rain |
| Standing firm in the square like Butterbean |
| I’m hotter then Shambhala |
| Draw swords, perform makada |
| Rude boy shot up the top dolla |
| I’m not a fake ass that’s not solid |
| I got it, to say I’m the hottest is just modest |
| My asses could melt down anything |
| So anything in my lane mane, I’m killing it |
| Two bottles of jewels, once spooned an ignorant |
| It’s the vigilant spit, chemist is injuring |
| Is getting victimized and that’s minimum |
| Emcees who wanna compete, I’ll take ten of 'em |
| Clowns in the streets want heat, I got dillinger’s |
| And that’s how it really goes |
| Soak if I’m really wit it |
| And stop looking at the mothaf**king videos |
| Choose yo weapon, my tools is lesson |
| True connection, wrong, you lost all your profession |
| (Chorus) Planet Asia 2x |
| Let the rhythm hit 'em, chew 'em up, spit 'em out |
| Get 'em out, let’s see if the barrel will fit in his mouth |
| Hear the lion roar, watchu crying for? |
| Don’t let the hot gates open the iron door |
| I’m the king of the jungle, so ready to rumble |
| Gun shots put the room on humble |
| I flip beats and make the words tumble |
| And flip bricks and not sleep on a bundle |
| Claiming you raw off the chain, homie I’m off the board |
| Dunk in yo face; |
| I’m the Lord of War |
| I’m so much more; |
| you bitches will neva step up |
| I neva let up, you f**kas will neva get up |
| Ice in my veins, ice on my chains |
| I’m nice in the lane, think twice 'fore you range |
| Shoot around like Tice in the game, you crap out |
| Break your bones when I make you tap out |
| (Chorus) Planet Asia 2x |