paroles de chanson 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)
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