2Pac, Live Squad, Treach and Apache - 5 Deadly Venomz
We goin' platinum, niggaWe goin' platinum
Yeah, you got the Live Squad in this motherfucker
We got my nigga Treach from Naughty by Nature in this motherfucker
My nigga Apache up in this motherfucker
My Mossberg goes boom, gimme room, can I catch it?
Talkin' quick and then I vic just tryin' to keep from gettin' blasted
I had enough I put a hit upon them bastards
Boo ya, turn this Benz into a casket
Now they after me, prowling for a nigga's bucks
Time to see, who's the G, with the bigger nuts
Buck buck, big up, they're livin' reckless
Niggas with a death wish step in with a TEC and I'll wet this
Yeah, this shit is hyper
True to what I'm writing
Representing and I'm striking like a viper (uh)
I got my mind made up, I got my nine
Ring the alarm, and strong-arm what's mine
Some niggas need to feel me with a passion
I'm old fashioned, run up on me nigga and get blasted
With five deadly venoms
Yeah Pac, fuck that, still hittin' 'em up
With that old deadly shit
Ayo, Treach where you at?
Step up and hit they ass up with the wickedness
We come to hit you with a sock full of funk
Under your eye, next to your nose, punk
It's funky like skunk blunts, stunk like funk cunt
I come to take you on a war, rough and rugged route
And if another doubts, I blow your fuckin' mother out
And after she's crossed out, I shout out
"I'm the MC wit' the nasty mouth," and kick the bitch out
Sue me? I pay the lawyer for ya, oh, boy, yeah
Plus my style's ten to twenty fuckin' pounds more
I take you quicker than a picture of a punk ya pickin' shit
Pickin' pockets with a razor stoppin' Russian rockets
Not shoplift, I'm liftin' shop, once you sound hot
'Cause if you ain't a perfect ten, my sign is stop
It's twenty mother-crooked-fuckin' styles in 'em
Like women in denim, I'm in 'em for deadly ready venom
Yeah, as I take a puff I get rough, Big Maj
The thugadon king I come tougher
I tear 'em down with the sound of the Squad hard, boom
Breakin' 'em down, I make 'em see their doom
Coming straight from the dome where I roam since a toddler
Rob and steal and runnin' from the coppers
Who hold a boulder, turn the gun controller
Started pumpin' trunks, now to be a high roller
Youngest, reckless, crazy, disaster
Mac-11 blaster, and I run faster
Than a lot of cops I can't be stopped 'til my head gets popped
A lot of fuckin' bodies will drop
It's a disaster, I'm coming for the blood splatter
I make 'em scatter, leavin' trails of brains and bladders
Blowin' 'em out the frame, feel no shame
Game tight, drop a body then get out of sight
Count my loot after I shoot, feed my kid, fuck a bid
Something I don't wanna do, something that I never did
I try to get him, I think I hit 'em, I lit him
He's out of poison, a deadly venom
Yeah Maj, fuck that, you know how we do
You know I'm sayin'? Squad in effect, YG's in effect
Now you know a nigga like me got to represent
You know I'm sayin'? Check it out
Once again, back to rip shit, quick on the flip tip
The psycho, represent the real, so check the mic flow
Deadly, rock a head, G, check the melody
Niggas can't touch me when I'm wreckin' shit, you better flee
'Cause I'm gifted with a jab and a .44 Mag'
So, nigga, flip or take a trip in a body bag, uh
Boom you slipped up, now you're zipped up
Yeah, one more statistic, fronted and got ripped up
No joke, you get yolked, no matter how it sound
We're taking all fake niggas back to the stomping ground
Line 'em up single file, dome runnin' in 'em
A nigga hit 'em with the venom, the fourth deadly venom
Nigga, ya know I'm sayin'? Fuck that
I told you, we takin' over, yo 'Pac
Five deadly venoms, verse five be the livest
Strugglin' and strive, keep a nine in my waistline
Take mine, you better bury me, G
Punk-ass niggas don't even worry me, see
I got a Glock that say 'Pac run the block
Fuck the cops 'cause my gauge gets me paid
As I sit and reminisce about the old days
Hugging on my AK, fuck getting played, hey
I say niggas need to get they mind right
Until they do I pop a clip and grip my nine tight
Now it's on every day could be my last day
That's why I blast on they ass as I passed, let the glass spray
First you had a mouth full of fronts
Now your mouth's full of chunks
Pac's out puffin' blunts, deadly venoms
Yeah, pass that shit over here
Apache bout to clean shit up
Throw up your middle finger
Start the track for the maniac
Only thing I'm giving out is black donuts and dirty backs
Let me tell ya how rough I get
I pop shit behind your back, get in your face and pop the same shit
You can't get in 'cause my gate's bigger, I'm a snake nigga
I act thug, squeeze so hard I break the fuckin' trigger
I'm a cinch in a clinch, your punch is like a pinch
Test the rhyme I'll knock your hairline back an inch
Fuckin' up pooh butts, cut 'em like cold cuts
Choke 'em with my bootlace, then leave 'em hangin' like old nuts
Clip up and move out, time to get 'em
That's the results of fuckin' with the fifth venom in denim
Yeah, ya know I'm sayin'?
Five motherfuckin' deadly venoms in effect for '93
'94, '95 all that other shit
We takin' this motherfucker over this larger hit
Ya know I'm sayin'? Follow us, come along, ya know I'm sayin'?
We takin this motherfucker over, trust, we out
Written by:
Tupac Amaru Shakur, Christopher Walker, Randy Walker, Kevin Rhames, Anthony Peaks, Anthony Criss
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Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
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