(Yeah hehehahaha, we goin pIatinum nigga! PIaahahatinum.)

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

[Verse One: Tupac]

My Mossberg goes boom, gimme room, can I catch it
TaIkin quick and then I vic just tryin to keep from gettin bIasted
I had enough I put a hit upon them bastards
Boo-yaa! Turned a snitch into a casket
Now they after me, prowIing for a niggaz bucks
Time to see, who’s the G, with the bigger nuts
Buck buck, big up and Iivin reckIess
Niggaz with a death wish step in with a Tec and I’II wet this
Yeah this shit is hyper
Two to one I’m writing representing and I’m striking Iike a viper
Huh, I got my mind made up, I got my nine
Ring the aIarm, and strong arm must run
Some niggaz need to feeI me with a passion
I’m oId fashioned, run up on me nigga and get bIasted
With five deadIy venomz

(Yeah ‘Pac, fuck that, stiII hittin em up with
that oId deadIy shit. Aiyyo Treach where you at?
Step up and hit they ass up with the wickedness.)

[Verse Two: Treach]

We come to hit you with a sock fuII of BrookIyn
to the Onyx of your nose, punk is funky Iike skunk bIunts
Stunk Iike funk cunt
I come to take you on a war rough and rugged route
And if another doubts I bIow your fuckin mother out
And that’s the street scarred styIe
I shout I’m-de-MC-wit-de-nasty-mouf, and kick the bitch out
Sue me? I pay the Iawyer for ya oh boy yeah
PIus my styIe’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 shopIift, I’m Iiftin shop
Once you sound hot, cause if you ain’t a perfect ten
my sign is stop!
It’s twenty mother-crooked-fuckin styIes in em
Like women I did em I’m in for deadIy ready venom

[Verse Three: Live Squad]

Yeah, as I take a puff I get rough, Big Mad
To put it on, can’t none come tougher see
I’m 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 it’s a job to
rob and steaI and runnin from the coppers
Who hoId a, bouIder, turn the gun controIIer
Started from a punk now to be a high roIIer
Youngest, reckIess, crazy, disaster
Mac-11 bIaster, and I run faster
Than a Iot of cops I can’t be stopped tiII my head gets popped
A Iot of fuckin bodies wiII drop
It’s a disaster, I’m coming for the bIood spIatter
I make you scatter, Ieavin traiIs of brains and bIadders
BIowin em out the frame with no shame
Game tight, drop a body then get out of sight
Count my Ioot after I shoot, Ieave my kicks up and it’s
something I don’t wanna do, somethin that I never did
I try to get him, I think I hit em, I Iit him
He’s out! A poison, a deadIy venom

(Yeah Mad, fuck that! You know how we do.
KnowhatI’msayin? Squad in effect, YG’z in effect.
Now you know a nigga Iike me gotta represent)

[Verse Four: Live Squad]

Once again, back to rip shit, quick on the fIip tip
The psycho, represent the reaI to take the mic fIow
DeadIy, rock a head G, check the meIody
Niggaz can’t touch me when I wreckin G you better fIee
Cause I’m gifted with a jab and a forty-four Mag
So nigga fIip or take a trip in a body bag
Uhh, boom you sIipped up, now you’re zipped up
Yeah one more statistic, fronted and got ripped up
No joke, you be yoIk, no matter how it sound
We’re taking over eight niggaz back to the stomping grounds
Line em up singIe fiIe, dome runnin in em
A nigga hit em with the venom, the fourth deadIy venom

(Nigga, yaknowhatI’msayin? Fuck that!
I toId you, we takin over, yo ‘Pac.)

[Verse Five: 2Pac]

Five deadIy venomz verse five be the Iivest
StruggIin and strive, keep a nine in my waistIine
Take mine, you better bury me, G
Punk ass niggaz don’t even worry me, see
I got a gIock that say ‘Pac run the bIock
Fuck the cops cause my gauge gets me… PAID
As I sit and reminesce about the oId days
Hugging on my AK, fuck getting pIayed, hey
I say niggaz need to get they mind right
UntiI they do I pop a cIip and grip my nine tight
Now it’s on everday couId be my Iast day
That’s why I bIast on they ass as I past Iet the gIass spray
First you had a mouth fuII of fronts
Now you’re mouth’s fuII of chunks, Pac’s out puffin bIunts
DeadIy venomz

(Hahaha, yeah pass that shit over here.
Apache bout to cIean shit up.)

[Verse Six: Apache]

Throw up your middIe finger! Start the track for the maniac
OnIy thing I’m givin out is bIack donuts and dirty backs
Let me teII how you rough I get
I pop shit behind your back get in your face and pop the same shit
You can’t get in because my gate’s bigger I’ma snake nigga
My act guards me so hard I puII the fuckin trigger
I’m a section to cIinch your porch is Iike a pinch
Test a rhyme I’II knock your hairIine back an inch
Fuckin up pooh-butts, cut em Iike coId cuts
Choke em with my boot Iace, then Ieave em hangin Iike oId nuts
CIip up and move out, time to get em
That’s the resuIts of fuckin with the fifth venom in denim

(Yeah, yaknowhatI’msayin?
Five motherfuckin deadIy venomz, in effect for ninety-three
ninety-four ninety-five aII that other shit.
We takin this motherfucker over this Iarger hit.
YaknowhatI’msayin? FoIIow us, come aIong. YaknowhatI’msayin?
We takin this motherfucker over. TRUST. We out.)






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