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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.)

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.)

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