[Yeah hehehahaha, we goin platinum nigga! Plaahahatinum.]

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.

Know what I´m sayin? 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 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.)

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