5 Deadly Venomz Lyrics

5 Deadly Venomz lyrics

[Yeah hehehahaha, we goin platinum nigga! Plaahahatinum.] 

 

 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 

 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 shit 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, fuck 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 cunt 

 I come to take you on a war rough and rugged route 

 And if another doubts I blow your fuckin 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 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 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 fuckin 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, fuck 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? Fuck 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 

 Fuck the cops cause my gauge gets me... PAID 

 As I sit and reminesce about the old days 

 Hugging on my AK, fuck 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 fuckin trigger 

 I'm a section to clinch your porch is like a pinch 

 Test a rhyme I'll knock your hairline back an inch 

 Fuckin 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 fuckin with the fifth venom in denim 

 

 (Yeah, yaknowhatI'msayin? 

 Five motherfuckin deadly venomz, in effect for ninety-three 

 ninety-four ninety-five all that other shit. 

 We takin this motherfucker over this larger hit. 

 YaknowhatI'msayin? Follow us, come along. YaknowhatI'msayin? 

 We takin this motherfucker over. TRUST. We out.)