Majesty (Live Squad) - 5 Deadly Venomz lyrics

[2Pac talking] (Laughs) We're going platinum n***a, we going platinum [2Pac] Yeah, you got the Live Squad in this motherf**er We get my n***a Treach from Naughty By Nature up in this motherf**er [Stretch] My n***a Apache up in this motherf**er [Verse 1: 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 ba*tards Boo-yaa, turn this Benz into a casket Now they after me, prowling for a n***as bucks Time to see, who's the G, with the bigger nuts Buck buck, big up and livin' reckless n***as with a d**h wish step in with a TEC and I'll wet this Yeah this sh** 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 n***as need to feel me with a pa**ion I'm old fashioned, run up on me, n***a, and get blasted With five deadly venomz (Yeah 'Pac, f** that, still hittin' 'em up with That old deadly sh**. Aiyyo Treach where you at? Step up and hit they a** up with the wickedness.) [Verse 2: 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 c*nt I come to take you on a war rough and rugged route And if another doubts I blow your f**in' mother out And after she's crossed out I shout, "I'm de MC wit de nasty mouf!" and kick the b**h out Sue me? I pay the lawyer for ya oh boy yeah Plus my style's ten to twenty f**in' pounds more I take you quicker than a picture of a punk ya pickin' sh** 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-f**in' styles in 'em Like women I did 'em I'm in for deadly ready venom [Verse 3: 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 f**in' 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, f** that! You know how we do KnowhatI'msayin? Squad in effect, YG'z in effect Now you know a n***a like me gotta represent) [Verse 4: Majestic of Live Squad] Once again, back to rip sh**, quick on the flip tip The psycho, represent the real to take the mic flow Deadly, rock a head G, check the melody n***as can't touch me when I wreckin' G you better flee 'Cause I'm gifted with a jab and a forty-four Mag So n***a 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 n***as back to the stomping grounds Line 'em up single file, dome runnin' in 'em A n***a hit 'em with the venom, the fourth deadly venom (n***a, yaknowhatI'msayin? f** that! I told you, we takin' over, yo 'Pac.) [Verse 5: 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 a** n***as don't even worry me, see I got a Glock that say 'Pac run the block f** the cops 'cause my gauge gets me... PAID As I sit and reminisce about the old days Hugging on my AK, f** getting played, hey I say n***as 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 a** as I pa**ed let the gla** 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 pa** that sh** over here Apache bout to clean sh** up.) [Verse 6: 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 sh** behind your back get in your face and pop the same sh** You can't get in because my gate's bigger I'mma snake n***a My act guards me so hard I pull the f**in' 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 f**in' up pooh-bu*ts, 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 f**in with the fifth venom in denim (Yeah, yaknowhatI'msayin? Five motherf**in deadly venomz, in effect for ninety-three Ninety-four ninety-five all that other sh** We takin this motherf**er over this larger hit YaknowhatI'msayin? Follow us, come along. Yaknowhat I'msayin? We takin this motherf**er over. TRUST. We out.)