Deadly Venomz Lyrics

Deadly Venomz lyrics

[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.
Know what I`m sayin? 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