5 Deadly Venomz lyrics

Artist  : 2pac 
Song : 5 Deadly Venomz



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 "5 Deadly Venomz"
(feat. Live Squad, Treach,
Apache)

(Yeah hehehahaha, we goin platinum nigga! 
Plaahahatinum.)

Yeah, you got the Live Squad in this motherf**ker
We got my nigga Treach from Naughty by Nature in
this motherf**ker
My nigga Apache up in this motherf**ker

[Verse One: Tupac]

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-yaa!  Turned a snitch into a casket
Now they after me, prowling for a niggaz bucks
Time to see, who's the G, with the bigger nuts
Buck buck, big up and livin reckless
Niggaz with a death wish step in with a Tec and
I'll wet this
Yeah this sh*t is hyper
Two to one I'm writing representing and I'm
striking like a viper
Huh, I got my mind made up, I got my nine
Ring the alarm, and strong arm must run
Some niggaz need to feel me with a passion
I'm old fashioned, run up on me nigga and get
blasted
With five deadly venomz

(Yeah 'Pac, f**k that, still hittin em up with
that old deadly shit.  Aiyyo Treach where you at?
Step up and hit they as* up with the wickedness.)

[Verse Two: Treach]

We come to hit you with a sock full of Brooklyn
to the Onyx of your nose, punk is 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 f**kin mother
out
And that's the street scarred style
I shout I'm-de-MC-wit-de-nasty-mouf, and kick the
bit*h out
Sue me?  I pay the lawyer for ya oh boy yeah
Plus my style's ten to twenty f**kin 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-f**kin styles in em
Like women I did em I'm in for deadly 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 steal and runnin from the coppers
Who hold a, boulder, turn the gun controller
Started from a punk 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 till my
head gets popped
A lot of f**kin bodies will drop
It's a disaster, I'm coming for the blood
splatter
I make you scatter, leavin trails of brains and
bladders
Blowin em out the frame with no shame
Game tight, drop a body then get out of sight
Count my loot after I shoot, leave 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 lit him
He's out!  A poison, a deadly venom

(Yeah Mad, f**k that!  You know how we do.
KnowhatI'msayin?  Squad in effect, YG'z in
effect.
Now you know a nigga like me gotta represent)

[Verse Four: Live Squad]

Once again, back to rip shit, quick on the flip
tip
The psycho, represent the real to take the mic
flow
Deadly, rock a head G, check the melody
Niggaz can't touch me when I wreckin G you better
flee
Cause I'm gifted with a jab and a forty-four Mag
So nigga flip or take a trip in a body bag
Uhh, boom you slipped up, now you're zipped up
Yeah one more statistic, fronted and got ripped
up
No joke, you be yolk, no matter how it sound
We're taking over eight niggaz back to the
stomping grounds
Line em up single file, dome runnin in em
A nigga hit em with the venom, the fourth deadly
venom

(Nigga, yaknowhatI'msayin?  f**k that!
I told you, we takin over, yo 'Pac.)

[Verse Five: 2Pac]

Five deadly venomz verse five be the livest
Strugglin and strive, keep a nine in my waistline
Take mine, you better bury me, G
Punk as* niggaz don't even worry me, see
I got a glock that say 'Pac run the block
f**k the cops cause my gauge gets me... PAID
As I sit and reminesce about the old days
Hugging on my AK, f**k getting played, hey
I say niggaz need to get they mind right
Until they do I pop a clip and grip my nine tight
Now it's on everday could be my last day
That's why I blast on they as* as I past let the
glass spray
First you had a mouth full of fronts
Now you're mouth's full of chunks, Pac's out
puffin blunts
Deadly venomz

(Hahaha, yeah pass that sh*t over here.
Apache bout to clean sh*t up.)

[Verse Six: Apache]

Throw up your middle finger!  Start the track for
the maniac
Only thing I'm givin out is black donuts and
dirty backs
Let me tell how you rough I get
I pop sh*t 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 pull the f**kin
trigger
I'm a section to clinch your porch is like a
pinch
Test a rhyme I'll knock your hairline back an
inch
f**kin up pooh-butts, cut em like cold cuts
Choke em with my boot lace, then leave em hangin
like old nuts
Clip up and move out, time to get em
That's the results of f**kin with the fifth venom
in denim

(Yeah, yaknowhatI'msayin?
Five motherf**kin deadly venomz, in effect for
ninety-three
ninety-four ninety-five all that other shit.
We takin this motherf**ker over this larger hit.
YaknowhatI'msayin?  Follow us, come along. 
YaknowhatI'msayin?
We takin this motherf**ker over.  TRUST.  We
out.)