Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Venom, artist - U-God. Album song Bring Back God II, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 04.02.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Babygrande
Song language: English
Venom |
| 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 |
| 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) |