If you're sweatin' us, we attack.
All up in your grill.
You fuck with these lion hearts and some blood is gonna spill.
Our minds our solid, and our gaze is freezing cold.
In a fit of rage we bust and break the hands that try to mold.
Low down and dirty, don't be mean muggin' us.
We're the L.I.O.N. crew, this is our den and we're gonna bust.