[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