5 Deadly Venomz Lyrics - 2pac

Yeah hehehahaha, we goin platinum nigga! Plaahahatinum. 

(Stretch) 

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: 2Pac) 

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 

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(Stretch) 

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 

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(Verse Three: Majesty of Live Squad) 

Yeah, as I take a puff I get rough, Big Maj 

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 

(Stretch) 

Yeah Maj, 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: Stretch of 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 

(Stretch) 

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 

(Stretch) 

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 

(Stretch) 

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.