(Tupac talking) 
(Laughs) We're going platinum nigga, we going platinum 

Yeah, you got the Live Squad in this motherfucker 
We get my nigga Treach from Naughty By Nature up in this motherfucker 
My nigga Apache up in this motherfucker 

(2PAC - verse one) 
My mossberg goes boom, gimmie room, can I catch it? 
Talking quick and then I vic just trying to keep from getting blasted 
I had enough I put a hit upon them bastards 
Booyaa, turned a snitch into a casket 
Now they're after me, prowling for a nigga's bucks 
Time to see, who's the G, with the bigger nuts 
Buck, buck, big up and living reckless 
Niggas 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 
I got my mind made up, I got my nine 
Ring the alarm and strong arm must run 
Some niggas need to feel me with a passion 
I'm old fashioned, run up on me nigga and get blasted 
With five deadly venoms 

(Treach - verse two) 
We come to hit you with a sock full of Brooklyn 
To the onyx of your nose, punk is funky like a skunk blunts 
Stunk like a 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 the MC with the nasty mouth and kick the bitch out 
Sue me? I pay the lawyer for ya, oh boy yeah 
Plus my style's ten to 20 fucking pounds more 
I take you quicker than a picture of a punk ya picking shit 
Picking pockets with a razor stopping Russian rockets 
Not shoplift, I'm lifting shop 
Once you sound hot, 'cause if you ain't a perfect ten 
My sign is stop 
It's 20 mother crooked fucking styles in 'em 
Like women I did 'em I'm in for deadly ready venom 

(Majesty - verse three) 
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 
Breaking '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 fucking bodies will drop 
It's a disaster, I'm coming for the blood splatter 
I make you scatter, leaving trails of brains and bladders 
Blowing '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 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 

(Stretch - verse four) 
Once again, back to rip shit, quick on the flip top 
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 wrecking, G, you better flee 
'Cause I'm gifted with a jab and a 44 Mag 
So nigga flip or take a trip in a body bag 
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 niggas back to the stomping grounds 
Line 'em up single file, dome running in 'em 
A nigga hit 'em with the venom, the fourth deadly venom 

(2PAC - verse five) 
Five deadly venoms verse five be the livest 
Struggling 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 says 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 their minds 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 their ass as I past let the glass spray 
First you had a mouth full of fronts 
Now your mouth's full of chunks, Pac's out puffing blunts 
Deadly venoms 

(Apache - verse six) 
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 you how 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 fucking trigger 
I'm a section to clinch your Porche is like a pinch 
Test a rhyme I'll knock your hairline back an inch 
Fucking 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 fucking with the fifth venom in denim 

(Stretch talking) Yeah, you know what I'm saying? Five motherfucking deadly venoms, in effect for '93, '94, '95, all that other shit We taking this motherfucker over this larger hit, you know what I'm saying? Follow us, come along, you know what I'm saying? Follow us, come along, you know what I'm saying? We taking this motherfucker over, trust, we out

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