[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.. Know what I'm sayin? 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.