The Gang by LionGang Lyrics
[Intro: Tre Demond & Jimmy Mitch]
Humble as a mumble in the jungle
The LionGang brings propane
And all things flammable to your mandible
From the creativity that is Tremayne
To the personality that comes from James
The same in which you claim to obtain
But you can’t, how strange
There’s only one Jungle
This is the prideland from Highland to Walnut Hill
‘Cause Baton Rouge to Dallas, TX keep it oh so trill
For real, I open my mouth and paint a masterpiece just for your ears
Make you run tell you momma and your kids, ya dig?
Yeah! Jimmy Mitch, Tre Demond
LionGang, nigga 2015 let’s get it
This album goes out to anybody who ever doubted what we was trying to do with this LionGang shit
Look man, let me tell y’all something
[Verse 1: Jimmy Mitch]
I tell a story
‘Bout a weird nigga from the boot the country
Middle class living comfortable but hungry
Nothing is enough when you’re used to something
Fuck y’all niggas who feel like
I ain’t got the right to feel like
Them niggas who come from nothing and aspire to reach heights
And wish they had my sweet life
It might’ve looked cool
Being that nigga that looked cool
On the outside as I try to hide
The shit that burns me inside
The way them niggas treat I
Lucky I wasn’t that weak guy like Columbine
I would’ve murked some shit by sixth grade
Or probably would’ve took my own life
Fat dude, butt of every joke in the classroom
Band nerd with no volume
Loser what they call you
That’s okay it’s all cool
‘Cause look what losers turn to
Man I hope we all lose
‘Cause damn this shit goes hard, dude
I kill you in this life shit
Trying to figure out where your life went
Me I’m looking forward to my peak shit
And y’all poo like falling action; that make sense?
I aced my English classes
Now I kick y’all asses
Run the rap game like track shit
And I ain’t even in my track kicks
Your loss, go on nigga eat that applesauce
Shawty if you keep that apple soft
I mack, nigga fuck that Microsoft
[Verse 2: Tre Demond]
I only hit again if it’s Microsoft
Bring you and your friends on my microphone
Karaoke night she knows all the songs
She said she loves to perform
She said she really don’t mind, I can nut if I want (Viewer discretion is advised)
And I can even bust it open on her butt if I want
Give a fuck if I want, but I’m sorry I don’t
Young Simba, lil nigga I’m the heir to the throne
Throw stones at my name, take a bite at your throat
Cruel as jokes, cool as coats, best you know
Clean as soap on a rope on the ceiling
In a room full of midgets in the dark with no ladder
You lightweight, boy you don’t matter
[Verse 3: Jimmy Mitch]
Niggas talkin’ and they jibber-jabber
Spreading rumors, cut the chitter-chatter
Anything they say, it doesn’t matter
LionGang reigns supreme like pitter-patter
Got to go through me to get to Tre
Got to go through Tre to get to me
When it comes to this duo shit
Just know this LionGang is the epitome
Now put your hands up if you feeling me
It ain’t a nigga on the mic who can fuck with me
I’m celibate, you niggas better masturbate
Or abstinate or whatever ‘cause you got to wait
I’m off today, if I was on the clock to rhyme
You other niggas won’t be making a dime
You better savor your time
Or pray to God that you stay on the grind
‘Cause when I’m on, niggas got to take a hell of a ride!
Beware of the tide, the shift is about to shake
The third coast home base we equivalate
We done gave it to the east, to the west, to the Midwest
Homie now the south got a throne to take
The crown is mine, Jimmy Mitch, Tre Demond
LionGang dropped right on time to let the Leos shine
The bat sign is the roar of the lion
And you can hear it everytime that I rhyme
My nigga, line to line
Or verse to verse rehearse the worst
Opposition fall back, nigga hearse to hearse
Or wake to wake, we leaving niggas grave to grave
Got damn! LionGang went and killed the game
‘Cause we the wave, fuck what a hater say
It ends today, you pussy niggas in the way
You took the bait and now we finna smash the gate
We on top, nigga! No debate; you gotta face your fate!
[Verse 4: Tre Demond]
These niggas looking like walking bait
I’m in your face and they ain’t got shit to say
It’s safe to say that Tre already paved the way to be the great
These muthafuckas in the way
Got damn when I touch down
I’ma show you I’m the man when I touch down
I’ma show you I’m the man when I fall through
I’ma show you why these niggas don’t call you
You niggas dog food, bunch of kibbles n bits
LionGang in the den don’t move too quick
I smell fear on your breath, better hold that shit
I’m focused, bitch, and you gon’ be the wrath of this
Savage shit, I’m on some All-Madden shit
Man this shit can go two ways…
I’m in the game all day running plays
While you niggas on the sideline
Nigga you a young Bobby Boucher
I ain’t went this hard since 2010
Pat yourself on the back bitch you made me win
I remember when these niggas tried to write me off
I write this verse then I light you up
I got a real good place for you in the cemetery
It’s getting heavy and this verse in your obituary
I’m Leatherface I never die, yeah that’s very scary
And y’all gon’ pop on the 12th of Nevuary
[Break]
[Verse 5: Tre Demond]
Let me tell a story about me
I wrote this story with a Hennessy pen, to the head when you read
You should get drunk off me
Sixteen I wrote a sixteen about six dreams on my sixth sense
Six women from head to toe on six shots with six friends
Damn, why I gotta work so hard? Got me pushing that 9-6
I need one more hour… just to get to that G6
Yeah, and I’m from the north side, my big cousin was a north crip
Did eight years for six bricks in the back of the whip on some G-shit
Damn, and he home now, he say, “Cuz, this world like a jungle gym,”
“You better have your head right, ‘cause fake friends do the opposite,”
“Fake bitches do the opposite, you go to jail they’ll fuck your friend,”
“Take the money out your bank account, buy everything but her momma rent,”
“Take your daughter then pack a bag, start a new life in Michigan,”
“This life be fucked up...” Here’s Jimmy Mitch again
[Verse 6: Jimmy Mitch]
Started with a pad and pen
You can call a nigga Anakin
Fresh young padawin, or padawan
I’m trying to get to Obi-Wan
Lot of people tried to block the kid
Got to be an optimist
Took ahold of what they held against
I wielded it, and nobody can stop the shit
Yeah, before I had a pot to piss
Niggas never thought I would amount to this
I already knew it in my conscience
So I walk around with a lot of confidence
Yeah, got a lot of patience
And that’s why I will never lose hold of my cool
And you’ll never catch me off the top of my game
I’m adjusting the crown on my mane
Lion the Gang
Humble as a mumble in the jungle
The LionGang brings propane
And all things flammable to your mandible
From the creativity that is Tremayne
To the personality that comes from James
The same in which you claim to obtain
But you can’t, how strange
There’s only one Jungle
This is the prideland from Highland to Walnut Hill
‘Cause Baton Rouge to Dallas, TX keep it oh so trill
For real, I open my mouth and paint a masterpiece just for your ears
Make you run tell you momma and your kids, ya dig?
Yeah! Jimmy Mitch, Tre Demond
LionGang, nigga 2015 let’s get it
This album goes out to anybody who ever doubted what we was trying to do with this LionGang shit
Look man, let me tell y’all something
[Verse 1: Jimmy Mitch]
I tell a story
‘Bout a weird nigga from the boot the country
Middle class living comfortable but hungry
Nothing is enough when you’re used to something
Fuck y’all niggas who feel like
I ain’t got the right to feel like
Them niggas who come from nothing and aspire to reach heights
And wish they had my sweet life
It might’ve looked cool
Being that nigga that looked cool
On the outside as I try to hide
The shit that burns me inside
The way them niggas treat I
Lucky I wasn’t that weak guy like Columbine
I would’ve murked some shit by sixth grade
Or probably would’ve took my own life
Fat dude, butt of every joke in the classroom
Band nerd with no volume
Loser what they call you
That’s okay it’s all cool
‘Cause look what losers turn to
Man I hope we all lose
‘Cause damn this shit goes hard, dude
I kill you in this life shit
Trying to figure out where your life went
Me I’m looking forward to my peak shit
And y’all poo like falling action; that make sense?
I aced my English classes
Now I kick y’all asses
Run the rap game like track shit
And I ain’t even in my track kicks
Your loss, go on nigga eat that applesauce
Shawty if you keep that apple soft
I mack, nigga fuck that Microsoft
[Verse 2: Tre Demond]
I only hit again if it’s Microsoft
Bring you and your friends on my microphone
Karaoke night she knows all the songs
She said she loves to perform
She said she really don’t mind, I can nut if I want (Viewer discretion is advised)
And I can even bust it open on her butt if I want
Give a fuck if I want, but I’m sorry I don’t
Young Simba, lil nigga I’m the heir to the throne
Throw stones at my name, take a bite at your throat
Cruel as jokes, cool as coats, best you know
Clean as soap on a rope on the ceiling
In a room full of midgets in the dark with no ladder
You lightweight, boy you don’t matter
[Verse 3: Jimmy Mitch]
Niggas talkin’ and they jibber-jabber
Spreading rumors, cut the chitter-chatter
Anything they say, it doesn’t matter
LionGang reigns supreme like pitter-patter
Got to go through me to get to Tre
Got to go through Tre to get to me
When it comes to this duo shit
Just know this LionGang is the epitome
Now put your hands up if you feeling me
It ain’t a nigga on the mic who can fuck with me
I’m celibate, you niggas better masturbate
Or abstinate or whatever ‘cause you got to wait
I’m off today, if I was on the clock to rhyme
You other niggas won’t be making a dime
You better savor your time
Or pray to God that you stay on the grind
‘Cause when I’m on, niggas got to take a hell of a ride!
Beware of the tide, the shift is about to shake
The third coast home base we equivalate
We done gave it to the east, to the west, to the Midwest
Homie now the south got a throne to take
The crown is mine, Jimmy Mitch, Tre Demond
LionGang dropped right on time to let the Leos shine
The bat sign is the roar of the lion
And you can hear it everytime that I rhyme
My nigga, line to line
Or verse to verse rehearse the worst
Opposition fall back, nigga hearse to hearse
Or wake to wake, we leaving niggas grave to grave
Got damn! LionGang went and killed the game
‘Cause we the wave, fuck what a hater say
It ends today, you pussy niggas in the way
You took the bait and now we finna smash the gate
We on top, nigga! No debate; you gotta face your fate!
[Verse 4: Tre Demond]
These niggas looking like walking bait
I’m in your face and they ain’t got shit to say
It’s safe to say that Tre already paved the way to be the great
These muthafuckas in the way
Got damn when I touch down
I’ma show you I’m the man when I touch down
I’ma show you I’m the man when I fall through
I’ma show you why these niggas don’t call you
You niggas dog food, bunch of kibbles n bits
LionGang in the den don’t move too quick
I smell fear on your breath, better hold that shit
I’m focused, bitch, and you gon’ be the wrath of this
Savage shit, I’m on some All-Madden shit
Man this shit can go two ways…
I’m in the game all day running plays
While you niggas on the sideline
Nigga you a young Bobby Boucher
I ain’t went this hard since 2010
Pat yourself on the back bitch you made me win
I remember when these niggas tried to write me off
I write this verse then I light you up
I got a real good place for you in the cemetery
It’s getting heavy and this verse in your obituary
I’m Leatherface I never die, yeah that’s very scary
And y’all gon’ pop on the 12th of Nevuary
[Break]
[Verse 5: Tre Demond]
Let me tell a story about me
I wrote this story with a Hennessy pen, to the head when you read
You should get drunk off me
Sixteen I wrote a sixteen about six dreams on my sixth sense
Six women from head to toe on six shots with six friends
Damn, why I gotta work so hard? Got me pushing that 9-6
I need one more hour… just to get to that G6
Yeah, and I’m from the north side, my big cousin was a north crip
Did eight years for six bricks in the back of the whip on some G-shit
Damn, and he home now, he say, “Cuz, this world like a jungle gym,”
“You better have your head right, ‘cause fake friends do the opposite,”
“Fake bitches do the opposite, you go to jail they’ll fuck your friend,”
“Take the money out your bank account, buy everything but her momma rent,”
“Take your daughter then pack a bag, start a new life in Michigan,”
“This life be fucked up...” Here’s Jimmy Mitch again
[Verse 6: Jimmy Mitch]
Started with a pad and pen
You can call a nigga Anakin
Fresh young padawin, or padawan
I’m trying to get to Obi-Wan
Lot of people tried to block the kid
Got to be an optimist
Took ahold of what they held against
I wielded it, and nobody can stop the shit
Yeah, before I had a pot to piss
Niggas never thought I would amount to this
I already knew it in my conscience
So I walk around with a lot of confidence
Yeah, got a lot of patience
And that’s why I will never lose hold of my cool
And you’ll never catch me off the top of my game
I’m adjusting the crown on my mane
Lion the Gang