Слова:
Fight Like Lions

feel the touch before we get home Somebody call the Surgeon General I need a warning on my forehead Because these thoughts are the cyanide in a cigarette I control them like

Well, well, well Look who?s got some street cred Too bad the street is dead My clothes mismatch from my shirts to my slacks But the only bad taste I?

wreck with such intellect? If bad ink was stock; you?d be worth a hell of a lot I started my dark past tonight The one you keep from the ones you like

I'm gonna be Iron like a Lion in Zion (repeat) Iron Lion Zion, Iron Lion Zion, Iron Lion Zion Iron like a Lion in Zion, Iron like a Lion in Zion Iron like a Lion

my brother likes is finally talking to him And his chest is all swelled like he's proud and happy Like he's got a great idea, like he's making a memory

I can be so strong Like a lion on a mission I can do no wrong I can fight day and night That`s my decision Because the world is: So bad Like diet soda

fuck wit me no mo' I go back wit rap like K-P-O-O From the very first time I grabbed the mic Niggaz smokin' burner, ready to fight I don't promote violence

deh streets,) (yeh! No 'ave got shoes, sleepin' on deh col' concrete.) Chorus: In the jungle the cardboard jungle the lion sleeps tonight, (dis is serious!) in the jungle the cardboard jungle the lion

me not much I understand But I, but I need to know, so I fight on Here every beast must feed upon the other, oh When will the lion lie down with the