D-Elite - In the Presence of Wolves lyrics

[Intro: Royce Da 5'9"] Yo Tre', you gon' spot me or what? Let the games begin Jah 5'9", where you at? Round one (CHI-CHI GOT THE YAYO!) Yeah, real n***as on the prowl, HOO! [Verse 1: Royce Da 5'9"] You's in the presence of wolves, let go your goods I smell your blood in my neck of the woods f** around with us and get found on your neck in the woods Give him respect in his hood, don't mess with his crew n***as 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 f**in 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 n***as that rhyme su*k! This is, the point of no return, I'm stuck [Verse 2: Tre' Little] Yo, yo you f**-head n***as 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 n***as 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 p**y, you can probably steal Drink so much alcohol, sh**, liver like steel That's they way that I am; light, slim but still [Verse 3: Cut Throat] 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 n***as 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 f** on, let's handle this now My soliders stratigize, that's how we get down [Verse 4: Billy Nix] 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 d**h, covers the pavement, tecs under your waist Limited aim, unlimited range, n***as 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 n***as just write rhymes Confined in light time combined with mental dead b**hes The black man just tryin to get ahead witchu Open your eyes 'fore some dumb n***a with lead hits you (uhh) I speak peace cause peace is relevant Continuous struggle for betterment, war with inner self Fightin with the inner beast, wantin who*es and cuties That shows around the globe during my time of duty Devils can't k** me, n***as can't stop me Listen and learn, witness the return of the mock D d**h is a funny thing - you can die, bein broke Or you can die from the drama that gettin money bring [Outro: D-Elite] AH-ROO! Mic's up, lights out Real n***as on the prowl Still drink if it ain't mines (Real n***as) Throw up drinks like gang signs Mic's up, lights out Yeah, r-real n***as on the prowl Still drink if it ain't mines (Real n***as) Throw up drinks like gang signs Yeah, X-Gov, Tre' Little Cha Cha, B.O., 5'9", yeah Yo, CHI-CHI GOT THE YAYO! {*echoes*} Yeah yeah, Wall Street, yeah yeah yeah Yo, yo, real n***as throw up drinks like gang signs AH-ROO! Yeah yeah yeah yeah Drink if it ain't mines Real n***as throw up drinks like gang signs Mic's up, lights out Yeah, AH-ROO! (CHI-CHI GOT THE YAYO!) AH-ROO! {*fades out*}