2Pac
2Pac - 5 Deadly Venoms songtekst
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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.