Deadly Venomz - 2Pac

[Featuring Live Squad, Treach, Apache] 
[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