U-God - Venom

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)