2Pac

2Pac - 5 Deadly Venoms

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Yeah hehe hahaha, 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
[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
[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.
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Author: ?

Composer: ?

Publisher: Interscope Records

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Released in: 1993

Language: English

Appearing on: Strictly 4 My N.I.G.G.A.Z. (1993)

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