Venom - U-God

I can talk about my fuckin' brothers

Why?

Because they my fuckin' brothers

But don’t let me catch you

talking 'bout you gonna hurt one of my fuckin' brothers

or you don’t like my brother 'cause of this

That’s my family

I’ll punch you in your fucking face

Yeah we might not be getting along

Yeah we got issues with each other

Know what I’m saying, regardless of that

We going through hell right now

We going through hell and I’m sitting here

Ain’t nobody, I ain’t faking it

Know what i’m sayin'?

We going through hell and we tryin' to get it right…

Thugs in the place with the

These women in my face with the

The thing on my waist is the

Up in the place, pour ace

(It's the joint)

My reputation’s paramount

Otherwise, air 'em out

Shoot it in hurr, airin' out

Let 'er know I’m headin' out

Conduct my booth business then go back to the lab and wear it out

Cut the pie in two ways

Other half, bail me out

Hear me out, doin' better things

Big cars, heavy chains

Funny what the cheddar brings

Breezin' through the hurricane

Bust through by any means

Squeeze on my enemies

Then skate to the Philippines and watch out for this Guillotine

Jump ship, they spillin' beans

UFOs can affect the cream

Unknowns in drug zones

Everything ain’t what it seems

Cutthroats smell gun smoke

Kill you off with one stroke

Zip-lock, quart of coke

Watch out, her water broke

Lord knows how far I’ll go

Press hard, charcoal

Black diamond, Frankie Lymon

In a trap, with top ramen

On the charts you see me climbin'

Bars and a beat with perfect timin'

Poke more holes in Puerto Ricans

On the upper tier, I see you leakin'

Thugs in the place with the

These women in my face with the

The thing on my waist is the

Up in the place, pour ace

(It's the joint)

The flashdance in her fancy pants

Breeze through and I catch a glance

Coverin' holes, you lookin' bland

Rough flows, for the fans

In the street you hear, «Blam blam»

Hard shit you can’t Shazam

Sun tan in my Raybans

Barbecue that wasteland

Train hard with that waistband

I might make you my wingman

Introduce you to that gangland

Wolf niggas, caveman

El Hawk with the wingspan

I’m a yanks fan

High up in the grandstand

With Horace live from Kingston

Fuck them niggas I can’t stand that flimflam

Shakedown for that contraband

Walk tall, you conscious man

Enemy of the state

You call it home, I call it foreign land

I’m goin' bonkers, man

Jumped out that Tonka truck

Wage war, that cop get plucked

That’s the one that got me stuck

Boys on the force are so corrupt

Don’t fuck with my fam, I’ll spill them guts

Pull that thing from under the rug

Crash through your door

Beautiful bust

What nigga, I ain’t got no drugs

What nigga, I ain’t got no drugs!

Thugs in the place with the

These women in my face with the

The thing on my waist is the

Up in the place, pour ace

(It's the joint)

Thugs in the place with the

These women in my face with the

The thing on my waist is the

Up in the place, pour ace

(It's the joint)