[2Pac]
(Laughs) We´re going platinum nigga, we going platinum

[2Pac]

Yeah, you got the Live Squad in this motherfucker
We get my nigga Treach from Naughty By Nature up in this motherfucker

[Stretch]
My nigga Apache up in this motherfucker

[2Pac]
My Mossberg goes boom, gimme room, can I catch it
Talkin´ quicker then a vic that´s tryin´ to keep from gettin´ blasted
I had enough I put a hit upon them bastards
Boo-yaa, turn this Benz into a casket
Now they after me, prowling for a niggas bucks
Time to see, who´s the G, with the bigger nuts
Buck buck, big up and livin´ reckless
Niggas with a death wish step in with a TEC and I´ll wet this

Yeah this shit is hyper
True to what 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 what´s mine
Some niggas 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.)

[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 after she´s crossed out
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

[Stretch of 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 ´em 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, something 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)

[Majestic of 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
Niggas 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 all fake niggas 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.)

[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 niggas 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 reminisce about the old days
Hugging on my AK, fuck getting played, hey
I say niggas need to get they mind right
Until they do I pop a clip and grip my nine tight
Now it´s on everyday could be my last day
That´s why I blast on they ass as I passed let the glass spray.

First you had a mouth full of fronts
Now your 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.)

[ 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´mma snake nigga

My act guards me so hard I pull the fuckin´ trigger
I´m a cinch in a clinch, your punch is like a pinch.
Test the 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. Yaknowhat I´msayin?
We takin this motherfucker over. TRUST. We out.)