Royce da 5'9", D-Elite - In the Presence of Wolves lyrics

Yo Tre', you gon' spot me or what?
Let the games begin jah 5'9", where you at?
Round one (CHICHI GOT THE YAYO)
Yeah, real niggas on the prowl, HOO!

You's in the presence of wolves
Let go your goods
I smell your blood in my neck of the woods
Fuck around with us and get found
On your neck in the woods
Give him respect in his hood
Don't mess with his crew niggas be
Salty as pretzels when I'm in
The Lex' and it's movin
Invadin and steppin in my shoes
Is a definite intrusion
I'm exceptionally cool
Never expect to be under pressure
Or rescued
Definitely only sweat in the booth
I'm officially fuckin you up with
Nuttin but wit a blizzard is frozen
Hidden under the clothin
Listen, you lyrical nothin you
You touchin who?
When it was wrote, you spit it
You thought you ripped it you loved it
It's like, the sun is above us when
The wrist is uncovered
Like, all you gon' spit is blood
Or kick is the bucket
Like, ninety-nine percent of you
Niggas that rhyme SUCK!
This is, the point of no return, I'm stuck

Yo, yo you fuck head niggas
Ain't makin gangsta music
I make music for gangstas, it's therapeudic
You wild out to it, let the guns go too
Spittin out, skeet out, smoke a blunt to it
(ERRR) fake niggas don't dare, it's too real
Have you doin drive-bys on my command
NOW KILL! (UHH)
Go on, sniff the chi chi, rock along with me
It goes - guns
Murder murder live in Rock City
You knowwww - don't let
You get beside yourself it's just a
Terrible thing to just lose your health
Look wrong, don't speak
Just lose your wealth
That's the truth baby boy - shhh
Quiet as kept they games we play
Official titty bars and rims
Blowin money on pussy, you can probably steal
Drink so much alcohol, shit, liver like steel
That's they way that I am light
Slim but still

I feel the heat around the corner
But I can't see smoke
Feel it comin in the night
No lights no coats
They say it's cold out here
I know how that feel
No help when you down, well reality ill
See the life and the lights
On connected with crime
Wanna bang out these rhymes but
Can't say street times
What you about the struggle of
What Cut go through?
When niggas tryin to grind
What won't they do?
It's do or die baby, y'all all alone
No hoes, just your soul
And a heart this cold
Gotta, stay away don't let your, spirit break
More, moves to make might not, be your fate
Get Cut Throat on these pussies
That's the ride I took
Last gangsta left standin in a
Room full of crooks
If it's poppin come the fuck on
Let's handle this now
My soliders stratigize
That's how we get down

Look at my life, I'm dead
Gunshots over my head
I - sleep on the streets
Gunshots over my bed
Carryin unnecessary weight, envy and hate
X-Government Agent, enemy of the state
Death, covers the pavement
Tecs under your waist
Limited aim, unlimited range, niggas erase
Slow down, you gettin on now
Your name is mentioned
In and outta the game
Fame done stained your vision
As light shines you niggas just write rhymes
Confined in light time combined
With mental dead bitches
The black man just tryin to get ahead witchu
Open your eyes 'fore some dumb
Nigga with lead hit's you (uhh)
I speak peace cause peace is relevant
Continuous struggle for betterment
War with inner self
Fightin with the inner beast
Wantin whores and cuties
That shows around the globe during
My time of duty
Devils can't kill me, niggas can't stop me
Listen and learn
Witness the return of the mock D
Death is a funny thing - you can die
Bein broke or you can die from the
Drama that gettin money bring

AH-ROO! Mic's up, lights out
Real niggas on the prowl
Still drink if it ain't mines
(Real niggas) Throw up drinks like gang signs
Mic's up, lights out
Yeah, r-real niggas on the prowl
Still drink if it ain't mines
(Real niggas) Throw up drinks like gang signs
Yeah, X-Gov, Tre' Little
Cha Cha, BO, 5'9", yeah
Yo, CHICHI GOT THE YAYO! echoes
Yeah yeah, Wall Street, yeah yeah yeah
Yo, yo
Real niggas throw up drinks like gang signs
AH-ROO! yeah yeah yeah yeah
Drink if it ain't mines
Real niggas throw up drinks like gang signs
Mic's up, lights out
Yeah, AH-ROO! (CHICHI GOT THE YAYO)
AH-ROO! fades out