Royce Da 5'9" - In The Presence Of Wolves (feat. D Elite) Lyrics
[Royce Da 5'9"]Yo Tre', you gon' spot me or what?Let the games beginJah 5'9", where you at?Round one (CHI-CHI GOT THE LLELLO!)Yeah, real niggaz on the prowl, HOO!You's in the presence of wolves, let go your goodsI smell your blood in my neck of the woods***** around with us and get found on your neck in the woodsGive him respect in his hood, don't mess with his crewNiggaz be, salty as pretzels when I'm in the Lex' and it's movinInvadin and steppin in my shoes is a definite intrusionI'm exceptionally cool, never expect to be under pressureor rescued, definitely only sweat in the BOOTHI'm officially *****in you up with, nuttin but witA blizzard is frozen, hidden under the clothinListen, you lyrical nothin you, you touchin who?When it was wrote, you spit it, you thought you ripped it you loved itIt's like, the sun is above us when the wrist is uncoveredLike, all you gon' spit is blood or kick is the bucketLike 99 percent of you niggaz that rhyme SUCK!This is, the point of no return, I'm stuck[Tre' Little]Yo, yo you *****-head niggaz ain't makin gangsta musicI make music for gangstas, it's therapeudicYou wild out to it, let the guns go tooSpittin out, skeet out, smoke a blunt to it (ERRR!)Fake niggaz don't dare, it's too realHave you doin drive-bys on my command, NOW KILL! (UHH!)Go on, sniff the chi-chi, rock along with meIt goes - guns, murder murder live in Rock CityYou knowwww - don't let you get beside yourselfIt's just a, terrible thing to just lose your healthLook wrong, don't speak, just lose your wealthThat's the truth baby boy - shhh, quiet as keptThey games we play, official