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2Pac F/ Live Squad, Treach, Apache - 5 Deadly Venomz lyrics
2Pac F/ Live Squad, Treach, Apache Lyrics
[Yeah hehehahaha, we goin platinum nigga&;#33; Plaahahatinum.]Yeah, you got the Live Squad in this motherfuckerWe got my nigga Treach from Naughty by Nature in this motherfuckerMy nigga Apache up in this motherfuckerVerse One: TupacMy Mossberg goes boom, gimme room, can I catch itTalkin quick and then I vic just tryin to keep from gettin blastedI had enough I put a hit upon them bastardsBoo-yaa! Turned a snitch into a casketNow they after me, prowling for a niggaz bucksTime to see, who's the G, with the bigger nutsBuck buck, big up and livin recklessNiggaz with a death wish step in with a Tec and I'll wet thisYeah this shit is hyperTwo to one I'm writing representing and I'm striking like a viperHuh, I got my mind made up, I got my nineRing the alarm, and strong arm must runSome niggaz need to feel me with a passionI'm old fashioned, run up on me nigga and get blastedWith five deadly venomz(Yeah 'Pac, fuck that, still hittin em up withthat old deadly shit. Aiyyo Treach where you at?Step up and hit they ass up with the wickedness.)Verse Two: TreachWe come to hit you with a sock full of Brooklynto the Onyx of your nose, punk is funky like skunk bluntsStunk like funk cuntI come to take you on a war rough and rugged routeAnd if another doubts I blow your fuckin mother outAnd that's the street scarred styleI shout I'm-de-MC-wit-de-nasty-mouf, and kick the bitch outSue me? I pay the lawyer for ya oh boy yeahPlus my style's ten to twenty fuckin pounds moreI take you quicker than a picture of a punk ya pickin shitpickin pockets with a razor stoppin Russian rocketsNot shoplift, I'm liftin shopOnce you sound hot, cause if you ain't a perfect tenmy sign is stop!It's twenty mother-crooked-fuckin styles in emLike women I did em I'm in for deadly ready venomVerse Three: Live SquadYeah, as I take a puff I get rough, Big MadTo put it on, can't none come tougher seeI'm down with the sound of the Squad hard, boom!Breakin em down, I make em see their doomComing straight from the dome where I roam it's a job torob and steal and runnin from the coppersWho hold a, boulder, turn the gun controllerStarted from a punk now to be a high rollerYoungest, reckless, crazy, disasterMac-11 blaster, and I run fasterThan a lot of cops I can't be stopped till my head gets poppedA lot of fuckin bodies will dropIt's a disaster, I'm coming for the blood splatterI make you scatter, leavin trails of brains and bladdersBlowin em out the frame with no shameGame tight, drop a body then get out of sightCount my loot after I shoot, leave my kicks up and it'ssomething I don't wanna do, somethin that I never didI try to get him, I think I hit em, I lit himHe'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 SquadOnce again, back to rip shit, quick on the flip tipThe psycho, represent the real to take the mic flowDeadly, rock a head G, check the melodyNiggaz can't touch me when I wreckin G you better fleeCause I'm gifted with a jab and a forty-four MagSo nigga flip or take a trip in a body bagUhh, boom you slipped up, now you're zipped upYeah one more statistic, fronted and got ripped upNo joke, you be yolk, no matter how it soundWe're taking over eight niggaz back to the stomping groundsLine em up single file, dome runnin in emA 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: 2PacFive deadly venomz verse five be the livestStrugglin and strive, keep a nine in my waistlineTake mine, you better bury me, GPunk ass niggaz don't even worry me, seeI got a glock that say 'Pac run the blockFuck the cops cause my gauge gets me... PAIDAs I sit and reminesce about the old daysHugging on my AK, fuck getting played, heyI say niggaz need to get they mind rightUntil they do I pop a clip and grip my nine tightNow it's on everday could be my last dayThat's why I blast on they ass as I past let the glass sprayFirst you had a mouth full of frontsNow you're mouth's full of chunks, Pac's out puffin bluntsDeadly venomz(Hahaha, yeah pass that shit over here.Apache bout to clean shit up.)Verse Six: ApacheThrow up your middle finger! Start the track for the maniacOnly thing I'm givin out is black donuts and dirty backsLet me tell how you rough I getI pop shit behind your back get in your face and pop the same shitYou can't get in because my gate's bigger I'ma snake niggaMy act guards me so hard I pull the fuckin triggerI'm a section to clinch your porch is like a pinchTest a rhyme I'll knock your hairline back an inchFuckin up pooh-butts, cut em like cold cutsChoke em with my boot lace, then leave em hangin like old nutsClip up and move out, time to get emThat's the results of fuckin with the fifth venom in denim(Yeah, yaknowhatI'msayin?Five motherfuckin deadly venomz, in effect for ninety-threeninety-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.)
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