paroles de chanson In the Presence of Wolves - Royce da 5′9″ feat. Sucka Free & Kid Vishis
[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
LLELLO!)
Yeah,
real
niggaz
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
Niggaz
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
– 99
percent
of
you
niggaz
that
rhyme
SUCK!
This
is,
the
point
of
no
return,
I'm
stuck
[Tre'
Little]
Yo,
yo
you
fuck-head
niggaz
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
niggaz
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
[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
niggaz
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
[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
Death,
covers
the
pavement,
tecs
under
your
waist
Limited
aim,
unlimited
range,
niggaz
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
niggaz
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
hits
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,
niggaz
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
[Royce
Da
5'9"]
AH-ROO!
Mic's
up,
lights
out
Real
niggaz
on
the
prowl
Still
drink
if
it
ain't
mines
(Real
niggaz)
Throw
up
drinks
like
gang
signs
Mic's
up,
lights
out
Yeah,
r-real
niggaz
on
the
prowl
Still
drink
if
it
ain't
mines
(Real
niggaz)
Throw
up
drinks
like
gang
signs
Yeah,
X-Gov,
Tre'
Little
Cha
Cha,
B.O.,
5'9",
yeah
Yo,
CHI-CHI
GOT
THE
LLELLO!
{*echoes*}
Yeah
yeah,
Wall
Street,
yeah
yeah
yeah
Yo,
yo,
real
niggaz
throw
up
drinks
like
gang
signs
AH-ROO!
Yeah
yeah
yeah
yeah
Drink
if
it
ain't
mines
Real
niggaz
throw
up
drinks
like
gang
signs
Mic's
up,
lights
out
Yeah,
AH-ROO!
(CHI-CHI
GOT
THE
LLELLO!)
AH-ROO!
{*fades
out*}
![Royce da 5′9″ feat. Sucka Free & Kid Vishis - Build & Destroy: The Lost Sessions, Part 1](https://pic.Lyrhub.com/img/f/t/p/w/mpNomOwpTf.jpg)
1 Duck Down
2 Lights Out
3 State Your Name
4 Trouble
5 We Riding
6 Make Money
7 Feels Good
8 Danger
9 King of Detroit
10 Life Goes On
11 Spit Game
12 In the Presence of Wolves
13 Heartbeat
14 Take Me Away
15 Malcom X
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