In the Presence of Wolves歌词
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 ****** 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
**** around with us and get found on your neck in the woods
Give him respect in his hood, don't mess with his crew
****** 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 ****** 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 ****** that rhyme SUCK!
This is, the point of no return, I'm stuck
Yo, yo you ****-head ****** 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, ***** out, smoke a blunt to it (ERRR!)
Fake ****** 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 ***** bars and rims
Blowin money on *****, you can probably steal
Drink so much alcohol, ****, 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 ****** 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 *****es, that's the ride I took
Last gangsta left standin in a room full of crooks
If it's poppin come the **** 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, ****** 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 ****** just write rhymes
Confined in light time combined with mental dead *******
The black man just tryin to get ahead witchu
Open your eyes 'fore some dumb ***** 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, ****** 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 ****** on the prowl
Still drink if it ain't mines
(Real ******) Throw up drinks like gang signs
Mic's up, lights out
Yeah, r-real ****** on the prowl
Still drink if it ain't mines
(Real ******) Throw up drinks like gang signs
Yeah, X-Gov, Tre' Little
Cha Cha, B.O., 5'9", yeah
Yo, CHI-CHI GOT THE YAYO!
Yeah yeah, Wall Street, yeah yeah yeah
Yo, yo, real ****** throw up drinks like gang signs
AH-ROO! Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Drink if it ain't mines
Real ****** throw up drinks like gang signs
Mic's up, lights out
Yeah, AH-ROO! (CHI-CHI GOT THE YAYO!)
AH-ROO!
Let the games begin
Jah 5'9", where you at?
Round one (CHI-CHI GOT THE YAYO!)
Yeah, real ****** 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
**** around with us and get found on your neck in the woods
Give him respect in his hood, don't mess with his crew
****** 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 ****** 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 ****** that rhyme SUCK!
This is, the point of no return, I'm stuck
Yo, yo you ****-head ****** 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, ***** out, smoke a blunt to it (ERRR!)
Fake ****** 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 ***** bars and rims
Blowin money on *****, you can probably steal
Drink so much alcohol, ****, 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 ****** 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 *****es, that's the ride I took
Last gangsta left standin in a room full of crooks
If it's poppin come the **** 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, ****** 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 ****** just write rhymes
Confined in light time combined with mental dead *******
The black man just tryin to get ahead witchu
Open your eyes 'fore some dumb ***** 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, ****** 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 ****** on the prowl
Still drink if it ain't mines
(Real ******) Throw up drinks like gang signs
Mic's up, lights out
Yeah, r-real ****** on the prowl
Still drink if it ain't mines
(Real ******) Throw up drinks like gang signs
Yeah, X-Gov, Tre' Little
Cha Cha, B.O., 5'9", yeah
Yo, CHI-CHI GOT THE YAYO!
Yeah yeah, Wall Street, yeah yeah yeah
Yo, yo, real ****** throw up drinks like gang signs
AH-ROO! Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Drink if it ain't mines
Real ****** throw up drinks like gang signs
Mic's up, lights out
Yeah, AH-ROO! (CHI-CHI GOT THE YAYO!)
AH-ROO!
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