Представляем точный текст композиции "In The Presence Of Wolves (feat. D-Elite)" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Royce Da 59 . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «In The Presence Of Wolves (feat. D-Elite)» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Royce Da 59 передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Royce Da 59 - "In The Presence Of Wolves (feat. D-Elite)"
Lyrics to In The Presence Of Wolves (feat. D-Elite) : [Royce Da 59"] Yo Tre, you gon spot me or what' Let the games begin Jah 59", where you at' Round one (CHI-CHI GOT THE LLELLO!) Yeah, real niggaz on the prowl, HOO! Yous 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, dont mess with his crew Niggaz be, salty as pretzels when Im in the Lex and its movin Invadin and steppin in my shoes is a definite intrusion Im exceptionally cool, never expect to be under pressure or rescued, definitely only sweat in the BOOTH Im 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 Its 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, Im stuck [Tre Little] Yo, yo you fuck-head niggaz aint makin gangsta music I make music for gangstas, its therapeudic You wild out to it, let the guns go too Spittin out, skeet out, smoke a blunt to it (ERRR!) Fake niggaz dont dare, its 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 - dont let you get beside yourself Its just a, terrible thing to just lose your health Look wrong, dont speak, just lose your wealth Thats 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 Thats they way that I am; light, slim but still [Cut Throat] I feel the heat around the corner but I cant see smoke Feel it comin in the night, no lights no coats They say its 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 cant say street times What you about the struggle of what Cut go through' When niggaz tryin to grind, what wont they do' Its do or die baby, yall all alone No hoes, just your soul, and a heart this cold Gotta, stay away; dont let your, spirit break More, moves to make might not, be your fate Get Cut Throat on these pussies, thats the ride I took Last gangsta left standin in a room full of crooks If its poppin come the fuck on, lets handle this now My soliders stratigize, thats how we get down [Billy Nix] Look at my life, Im 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 cant kill me, niggaz cant 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 59"] AH-ROO! Mics up, lights out Real niggaz on the prowl Still drink if it aint mines (Real niggaz) Throw up drinks like gang signs Mics up, lights out Yeah, r-real niggaz on the prowl Still drink if it aint mines (Real niggaz) Throw up drinks like gang signs Yeah, X-Gov, Tre Little Cha Cha, B.O., 59", 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 aint mines Real niggaz throw up drinks like gang signs Mics up, lights out Yeah, AH-ROO! (CHI-CHI GOT THE LLELLO!) AH-ROO! [fades out] [ In The Presence Of Wolves (feat. D-Elite) Lyrics ]
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