2 Pac - Deadly Venomz Lyrics
[yeah hehehahaha, we goin platinum nigga! plaahahatinum.]Yeah, you got the live squad in this mother*****erWe got my nigga treach from naughty by nature in this mother*****erMy nigga apache up in this mother*****erVerse one: tupacMy mossberg goes boom, gimme room, can I catch itTalkin quick and then I vic just tryin to keep from gettin blastedI had enough I put a hit upon them bastardsBoo-yaa! turned a snitch into a casketNow they after me, prowling for a niggaz bucksTime to see, whos the g, with the bigger nutsBuck buck, big up and livin recklessNiggaz with a death wish step in with a tec and Ill wet thisYeah this shit is hyperTwo to one Im writing representing and Im striking like a viperHuh, I got my mind made up, I got my nineRing the alarm, and strong arm must runSome niggaz need to feel me with a passionIm old fashioned, run up on me nigga and get blastedWith five deadly venomz(yeah pac, ***** that, still hittin em up withThat old deadly shit. aiyyo treach where you at?Step up and hit they ass up with the wickedness.)Verse two: treachWe come to hit you with a sock full of brooklynTo the onyx of your nose, punk is funky like skunk bluntsStunk like funk cuntI come to take you on a war rough and rugged routeAnd if another doubts I blow your *****in mother outAnd thats the street scarred styleI shout im-de-mc-wit-de-nasty-mouf, and kick the ***** outSue me? I pay the lawyer for ya oh boy yeahPlus my styles ten to twenty *****in pounds moreI take you quicker than a picture of a punk ya pickin shitPickin pockets with a razor stoppin russian rocketsNot shoplift, Im liftin shopOnce you sound hot, cause if you aint a perfect tenMy sign is stop!Its twenty mother-crooked-*****in styles in emLike women I did em Im in for deadly ready venomVerse three: live squadYeah, as I take a puff I get rough, big madTo put it on, cant none come tougher seeIm down with the sound of the squad hard, boom!Breakin em down, I make em see their doomComing straight from the dome where I roam its a job toRob and steal and runnin from the coppersWho hold a, boulder, turn the gun controllerStarted from a punk now to be a high rollerYoungest, reckless, crazy, disasterMac-11 blaster, and I run fasterThan a lot of cops I cant be stopped till my head gets poppedA lot of *****in bodies will dropIts a disaster, Im coming for the blood splatterI make you scatter, leavin trails of brains and bladdersBlowin em out the frame with no shameGame tight, drop a body then get out of sightCount my loot after I shoot, leave my kicks up and itsSomething I dont wanna do, somethin that I never didI try to get him, I think I hit em, I lit himHes out! a poison, a deadly venom(yeah mad, ***** that! you know how we do.Know what Im sayin? squad in effect, ygz in effect.Now you know a nigga like me gotta represent)Verse four: live squadOnce again, back to rip shit, quick on the flip tipThe psycho, represent the real to take the mic flowDeadly, rock a head g, check the melodyNiggaz cant touch me when I wreckin g you better fleeCause Im gifted with a jab and a forty-four magSo nigga flip or take a trip in a body bagUhh, boom you slipped up, now youre zipped upYeah one more statistic, fronted and got ripped upNo joke, you be yolk, no matter how it soundWere taking over eight niggaz back to the stomping groundsLine em up single file, dome runnin in emA nigga hit em with the venom, the fourth deadly venom(nigga, yaknowhatimsayin? ***** that!I told you, we takin over, yo pac.)Verse five: 2pacFive deadly venomz verse five be the livestStrugglin and strive, keep a nine in my waistlineTake mine, you better bury me, gPunk ass niggaz dont even worry me, seeI got a glock that say pac run the block***** the cops cause my gauge gets me... paidAs I sit and reminesce about the old daysHugging on my ak, ***** getting played, heyI say niggaz need to get they mind rightUntil they do I pop a clip and grip my nine tightNow its on everday could be my last dayThats why I blast on they ass as I past let the glass sprayFirst you had a mouth full of frontsNow youre mouths full of chunks, pacs out puffin bluntsDeadly venomz(hahaha, yeah pass that shit over here.Apache bout to clean shit up.)Verse six: apacheThrow up your middle finger! start the track for the maniacOnly thing Im givin out is black donuts and dirty backsLet me tell how you rough I getI pop shit behind your back get in your face and pop the same shitYou cant get in because my gates bigger ima snake niggaMy act guards me so hard I pull the *****in triggerIm a section to clinch your porch is like a pinchTest a rhyme Ill knock your hairline back an inch*****in up pooh-butts, cut em like cold cutsChoke em with my boot lace, then leave em hangin like old nutsClip up and move out, time to get em
