In The Presence Of Wolves Lyrics - Build And Destroy: The Lost Sessions Part 1 (single) - Royce Da 5'9

[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 

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[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 

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[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*}