| Yeah, you got the Live Squad in this motherfucker
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| We got my nigga Treach from Naughty by Nature in this motherfucker
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| My nigga Apache up in this motherfucker
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| My Mossberg goes boom, gimme room, can I catch it Talkin quick and then I vic just tryin to keep from gettin blasted
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| I had enough I put a hit upon them bastards
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| Boo-yaa!Turned a snitch into a casket
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| Now they after me, prowling for a niggaz bucks
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| Time to see, who’s the G, with the bigger nuts
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| Buck buck, big up and livin reckless
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| Niggaz with a death wish step in with a Tec and I’ll wet this
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| Yeah this shit is hyper
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| Two to one I’m writing representing and I’m striking like a viper
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| Huh, I got my mind made up, I got my nine
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| Ring the alarm, and strong arm must run
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| Some niggaz need to feel me with a passion
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| I’m old fashioned, run up on me nigga and get blasted
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| With five deadly venomz
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| Yeah 'Pac, fuck that, still hittin em up with
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| that old deadly shit. |
| Aiyyo Treach where you at?
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| Step up and hit they ass up with the wickedness.
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| We come to hit you with a sock full of Brooklyn
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| to the Onyx of your nose, punk is funky like skunk blunts
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| Stunk like funk cunt
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| I come to take you on a war rough and rugged route
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| And if another doubts I blow your fuckin mother out
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| And that’s the street scarred style
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| I shout I’m-de-MC-wit-de-nasty-mouf, and kick the bitch out
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| Sue me? |
| I pay the lawyer for ya oh boy yeah
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| Plus my style’s ten to twenty fuckin pounds more
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| I take you quicker than a picture of a punk ya pickin shit
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| pickin pockets with a razor stoppin Russian rockets
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| Not shoplift, I’m liftin shop
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| Once you sound hot, cause if you ain’t a perfect ten
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| my sign is stop!
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| It’s twenty mother-crooked-fuckin styles in em Like women I did em I’m in for deadly ready venom
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| Yeah, as I take a puff I get rough, Big Maj
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| To put it on, can’t none come tougher see
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| I’m down with the sound of the Squad hard, boom!
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| Breakin em down, I make em see their doom
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| Coming straight from the dome where I roam it’s a job to rob and steal and runnin from the coppers
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| Who hold a, boulder, turn the gun controller
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| Started from a punk now to be a high roller
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| Youngest, reckless, crazy, disaster
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| Mac-11 blaster, and I run faster
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| Than a lot of cops I can’t be stopped till my head gets popped
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| A lot of fuckin bodies will drop
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| It’s a disaster, I’m coming for the blood splatter
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| I make you scatter, leavin trails of brains and bladders
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| Blowin em out the frame with no shame
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| Game tight, drop a body then get out of sight
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| Count my loot after I shoot, leave my kicks up and it’s
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| something I don’t wanna do, somethin that I never did
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| I try to get him, I think I hit em, I lit him
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| He’s out! |
| A poison, a deadly venom
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| Yeah Maj, fuck that! |
| You know how we do.
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| KnowhatI’msayin?Squad in effect, YG’z in effect.
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| Now you know a nigga like me gotta represent
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| Once again, back to rip shit, quick on the flip tip
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| The psycho, represent the real to take the mic flow
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| Deadly, rock a head G, check the melody
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| Niggaz can’t touch me when I wreckin G you better flee
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| Cause I’m gifted with a jab and a forty-four Mag
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| So nigga flip or take a trip in a body bag
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| 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
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| We’re taking over eight niggaz back to the stomping grounds
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| Line em up single file, dome runnin in em
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| A nigga hit em with the venom, the fourth deadly venom
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| Nigga, yaknowhatI’msayin?Fuck that!
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| I told you, we takin over, yo 'Pac.
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| Five deadly venomz verse five be the livest
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| Strugglin and strive, keep a nine in my waistline
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| Take mine, you better bury me, G Punk ass niggaz don’t even worry me, see
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| I got a glock that say 'Pac run the block
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| Fuck the cops cause my gauge gets me… PAID
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| As I sit and reminesce about the old days
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| Hugging on my AK, fuck getting played, hey
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| I say niggaz need to get they mind right
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| Until they do I pop a clip and grip my nine tight
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| Now it’s on everday could be my last day
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| That’s why I blast on they ass as I past let the glass spray
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| First you had a mouth full of fronts
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| Now you’re mouth’s full of chunks, Pac’s out puffin blunts |
| Deadly venomz
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| Hahaha, yeah pass that shit over here.
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| Apache bout to clean shit up.
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| Throw up your middle finger! |
| Start the track for the maniac
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| Only thing I’m givin out is black donuts and dirty backs
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| Let me tell how you rough I get
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| I pop shit behind your back get in your face and pop the same shit
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| You can’t get in because my gate’s bigger I’ma snake nigga
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| My act guards me so hard I pull the fuckin trigger
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| I’m a section to clinch your porch is like a pinch
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| Test a rhyme I’ll knock your hairline back an inch
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| Fuckin up pooh-butts, cut em like cold cuts
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| Choke em with my boot lace, then leave em hangin like old nuts
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| Clip up and move out, time to get em That’s the results of fuckin with the fifth venom in denim
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| Yeah, yaknowhatI’msayin?
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| Five motherfuckin deadly venomz, in effect for ninety-three
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| ninety-four ninety-five all that other shit.
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| We takin this motherfucker over this larger hit.
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| YaknowhatI’msayin?Follow us, come along. |
| YaknowhatI'msayin?
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| We takin this motherfucker over.TRUST.We out. |