Venom - Sons Of Satan lyrics

(feat. 50 Cent)

[50 Cent:] GGGGGGG G Unit

[Verse 1: Tony Yayo]

In New York you get stalked like a snake's prey

Yo the streets is a battle field you die any day

Some cry on they knees when they pray

All you hear is he said she said around the way

I'm in the no fly zone private hide away

Tryin' to prolly with my sons like its Father's Day

When my revolver spray

You better andalay

I take ya moms away

Writin' rhymes 'till my arms decay

On mics I'm dynamite like Jay Jay

Listen hombre

I glisten in broad day

The feds got me framed in a picture

Cause I got my chick trained to hit ya

Like Amy Fisher

Let a slugs fly at a bug eyed judicier

Play Fat Cat and I'll strip you for your whiskers

We move Fishscale you messin' with Fish Yay

Make cars fish tail when we shoot at them brakes

We pop Mo's and puff ounces

In the club we pay off them bouncers

To lay off the Tray Pounders

When the cops raid the crib they want the houses

Fed times head lines read about us

Follow my fathers footsteps why bother?

Charter a few leer jets we got the Ganja

Never had a seed but I please your baby mama

Lick her on her knees but shes on Gabbanna

Put her on a track too ten niggas want her

Flaunt her

Get my cheese back on the corner

Nigga get a glance, hit the free lance performer

Heaven and hell will prevail when I'm a goner

[50 Cent:]

One time

Thats Tony Yayo

Lloyd Banks come on come on

[Tony Yayo:]

50 you can retire whenever you ready

[Verse 2: Lloyd Banks]

I'm in the mountains with the trees are palm

In a New York State Of Mind tryin' to freeze my arm up

Got the Balm

Blowin' on sticky with a slut

It went from "Hi how you doin?" to a quicky in the truck

I'm tryin' to find where the party is at

I'm bringin' me, Jesse, Ferrari and Black

My hood is all fucked up it ain't no goals

The little boys turn to convicts and girls turn to hos

I'm ridin' through the Valley where you might hear turns like "Ese homes"

Mama ain't raised no fool I'm talented and gifted

I practice in boats so I could balance it

I'm fresh out the dirt nigga you washed up

Thirty something and never seen a fan star struck

[50 Cent:]

Yeah ya lame

Ya wanksta