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5 Deadly Venomz Lyrics - Artist : 2Pac
[2Pac talking:]
[*laughs*] We're going platinum nigga, we going platinum [2Pac:] Yeah, you got the Live Squad in this motherfucker We get my nigga Treach from Naughty By Nature up in this motherfucker [Stretch:] My nigga Apache up in this motherfucker [2Pac:] My Mossberg goes boom, gimme room, can I catch it Talkin' quicker then a vic that's tryin' to keep from gettin' blasted I had enough I put a hit upon them bastards Boo-yaa, turn this Benz into a casket Now they after me, prowling for a niggas bucks Time to see, who's the G, with the bigger nuts Buck buck, big up and livin' reckless Niggas with a death wish step in with a TEC and I'll wet this Yeah this shit is hyper True to what 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 what's mine Some niggas 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.) [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 after she's crossed out 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 [Stretch of 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 'em 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, something 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) [Majestic 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 Niggas 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 all fake niggas 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.) [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 niggas 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 reminisce about the old days Hugging on my AK, fuck getting played, hey I say niggas need to get they mind right Until they do I pop a clip and grip my nine tight Now it's on everyday could be my last day That's why I blast on they ass as I passed let the glass spray. First you had a mouth full of fronts Now your 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.) [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'mma snake nigga My act guards me so hard I pull the fuckin' trigger I'm a cinch in a clinch, your punch is like a pinch. Test the 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.) |
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