DEADLY VENOMZ
[Yeah hehehahaha
we goin platinum nigga! Plaahahatinum.] Yeah
you got the Live Squad in this mother er We got my nigga Treach from Naughty by Nature in this mother er My nigga Apache up in this mother er 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 s 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 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
that
still hittin em up with that old deadly 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 full of Brooklyn to the Onyx of your nose
punk is funky like skunk blunts Stunk like funk I come to take you on a war rough and rugged route And if another doubts I blow your in mother out And that s the street scarred style I shout I m-de-MC-wit-de-nasty-mouf
and kick the bitch out Sue me? I pay the lawyer for ya oh boy yeah Plus my style s ten to twenty in 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- in 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 in 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
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? 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 ass niggaz don t even worry me
see I got a glock that say Pac run the block the cops cause my gauge gets me
PAID As I sit and reminesce about the old days Hugging on my AK
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 ass 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 shit over here.
Apache bout to clean shit 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 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 pull the in trigger I m a section to clinch your porch is like a pinch Test a rhyme I ll knock your hairline back an inch in 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 in with the fifth venom in denim (Yeah
yaknowhatI msayin? Five mother in deadly venomz
in effect for ninety-three ninety-four ninety-five all that ot .
We takin this mother er over this larger hit.
YaknowhatI msayin? Follow us
come along.
YaknowhatI msayin? We takin this mother er over.
TRUST.
We out.)
[Yeah hehehahaha
we goin platinum nigga! Plaahahatinum.] Yeah
you got the Live Squad in this mother er We got my nigga Treach from Naughty by Nature in this mother er My nigga Apache up in this mother er 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 s 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 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
that
still hittin em up with that old deadly 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 full of Brooklyn to the Onyx of your nose
punk is funky like skunk blunts Stunk like funk I come to take you on a war rough and rugged route And if another doubts I blow your in mother out And that s the street scarred style I shout I m-de-MC-wit-de-nasty-mouf
and kick the bitch out Sue me? I pay the lawyer for ya oh boy yeah Plus my style s ten to twenty in 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- in 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 in 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
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? 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 ass niggaz don t even worry me
see I got a glock that say Pac run the block the cops cause my gauge gets me
PAID As I sit and reminesce about the old days Hugging on my AK
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 ass 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 shit over here.
Apache bout to clean shit 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 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 pull the in trigger I m a section to clinch your porch is like a pinch Test a rhyme I ll knock your hairline back an inch in 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 in with the fifth venom in denim (Yeah
yaknowhatI msayin? Five mother in deadly venomz
in effect for ninety-three ninety-four ninety-five all that ot .
We takin this mother er over this larger hit.
YaknowhatI msayin? Follow us
come along.
YaknowhatI msayin? We takin this mother er over.
TRUST.
We out.)
