Deadly venomz de 2pac

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 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.)

Sí, tienes al escuadrón en vivo en este cabrón
Tenemos a mi colega Treach de Naughty by Nature en este cabrón
Mi colega Apache aquí en este cabrón
Verso uno: Tupac
Mi Mossberg hace boom, dame espacio, puedo atraparlo?
Hablando rápido y luego me hago el tonto tratando de no ser volado
Ya tuve suficiente, puse un golpe sobre esos bastardos
¡Boo-yaa convirtió a un soplón en un ataúd!
Ahora me persiguen, merodeando por la pasta de un negro
Es hora de ver, quién es el verdadero, con los cojones más grandes
Buck buck, levántate y vive de forma temeraria
Negros con deseos de muerte, entran con una tec y los empapo
Sí, esto es híper
Dos a uno, estoy escribiendo representando y golpeando como una víbora
Tengo mi mente hecha, tengo mi nueve
Suena la alarma, y el brazo fuerte debe correr
Algunos negros necesitan sentirme con pasión
Soy de la vieja escuela, acércate a mí negro y serás volado
Con cinco venenos mortales
¡Sí ‘Pac, a la mierda con eso, aún golpeándolos con
Esa vieja mierda mortal. ¡Ey Treach, dónde estás?
¡Sube y golpea sus culos con la maldad!
Verso dos: Treach
Venimos a golpearte con un calcetín lleno de Brooklyn
En la nariz del Ónix, punk apestoso como porros de skunk
Apestoso como un coño apestoso
Vengo a llevarte por un camino de guerra áspero y rudo
Y si alguien duda, ¡te vuelo a tu jodida madre!
Y ese es el estilo cicatrizado de la calle
Grito soy-un-MC-con-la-boca-asquerosa, y pateo a la perra
Me demandas? te pago al abogado, ¡oh chico sí!
Además, mi estilo es diez o veinte putas libras más
Te tomo más rápido que una foto de un punk eligiendo mierda
Robando bolsillos con una navaja deteniendo cohetes rusos
No hurto, estoy levantando la tienda
Una vez que suenas caliente, porque si no eres un diez perfecto
Mi señal es para
Hay veinte estilos jodidamente torcidos en ellos
Como mujeres, las hice, estoy listo para el veneno mortal
Verso tres: Escuadrón en Vivo
Sí, mientras doy una calada me pongo bravo, muy loco
Para hacerlo, nadie puede ser más fuerte, mira
Estoy con el sonido duro del escuadrón, boom
Rompiéndolos, los hago ver su perdición
Viniendo directamente desde la cúpula donde vagabundeo es un trabajo
Robar y huir y huir de los cobres
Que sostienen, una roca, giran el control del arma
Comencé como un tonto y ahora soy un gran apostador
El más joven, temerario, loco, desastre
Bláster Mac-11, y corro más rápido
Que muchos policías, no puedo ser detenido hasta que mi cabeza explote
Un montón de jodidos cuerpos caerán
Es un desastre, voy por la salpicadura de sangre
Te hago dispersar, dejando rastros de cerebros y vejigas
Volándolos fuera del marco sin vergüenza
Juego apretado, dejo un cuerpo y me escondo
Cuento mi botín después de disparar, dejo mis zapatos y es
Algo que no quiero hacer, algo que nunca hice
Intento atraparlo, creo que lo golpeé, lo encendí
Es veneno, un veneno mortal
(Sí, loco, a la mierda con eso, sabes cómo lo hacemos
Sabes a lo que me refiero? el escuadrón en efecto, los YG en efecto
Ahora sabes que un negro como yo tiene que representar)
Verso cuatro: Escu