Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 5 Deadly Venomz, artist - 2Pac. Date of issue: 31.12.1992
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
5 Deadly Venomz |
| 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 |
| 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. |
| 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 |
| Yeah, as I take a puff I get rough, Big Maj |
| 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 Maj, 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 |
| 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. |
| 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. |
| 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. |