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5 Deadly Venomz

2Pac (feat. Apache, Live Squad & Treach)

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"5 Deadly Venomz." - 2Pac (feat. Apache, Live Squad & Treach)

Tuesday, 20 October 2026, 08:11 am

Album: Strictly 4 My N.I.G.G.A.Z.

Track No: 16

We going platinum ****, we going platinum
Yeah, you got the live squad in this motherfucker
We got my **** Treach from Naughty By Nature in this motherfucker
My **** Apache up in this motherfucker
My Mossberg goes boom, gimme room, can I catch it?
Talkin' quicker than a vic that's tryin to keep from gettin' blasted
I had enough, I put a hit up on them bastards
Hoop yeah, turn this Benz into a casket
Now they after me, prowling for a **** bucks
Time to see who's the G with the bigger nuts
Buck buck, big up and livin' reckless
**** 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
I got my mind made up, I got my nine
Ring the alarm and strong arm what's mine
Some **** need to feel me with a passion
I'm old fashioned, run up on me **** and get blasted
With five deadly venomz
Yeah Pac, fuck that still hittin em' up with that old deadly shit
A-yo Treach, where you at?
Step up and hit they ass up with the wickedness
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'll blow your fuckin' mother out
And after she's crossed out, I shout, I'm the MC with the nasty mouth
And kick the bitch out
Sue me, I pay the lawyer for ya, oh boy, yeah
Plus my style's ten or twenty fuckin' pounds more
I take you quicker than a picture of a punk, you're pickin' shit
Pickin' pockets with a razor, stoppin' Russian rockets
Not shopliftin', 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 that did 'em, I'm in for deadly ready venom
Yeah, as I take a puff I get rough big mad
To put it on, can't none come tougher
'Til you're in bed 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 since a toddler
Rob and steal and runnin' from the coppers
Who hold a boulder, turn the gun controller
Started from the trucks, got to be a high roller
Youngest, reckless, crazy disaster
MAC 11 blaster and I run faster
Then a lot of cops I can't be stopped
'Til 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, feel no shame, good game
Tight drop a body then get out of sight
Count my loot after I shoot, feed my kid up a bit
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 on poison, a deadly venom
Yeah, mad fuck that, you know how we do
You know what I'm sayin'? Squad's effect, YG'z in effect
Now you know a **** like me gotta represent
You know what I'm sayin'? Check it out
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
**** can't touch me when I'm wreckin', G, you better flee
'Cause I'm gifted with a jab and a forty four mag
So **** flip or take a trip in a body bag
Uh, boom, you slipped up, now you're zipped up
Yeah, one more statistic fronted and got ripped up
No joke, you get yolk, no matter how it sound
We're taking all fake **** back to the stomping grounds
Line 'em up single file, dome runnin' in 'em
And **** hit 'em with the venom, the fourth deadly venom
****, you know what I'm sayin'? Fuck that
I told you we takin' over, yo Pac
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 **** 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 **** 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
Throw up your middle finger
Start the track for the maniac
Only thing I'm giving out is black donuts and dirty bags
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 'cause my gate's bigger, I'ma snake ****
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, you know what I'm saying?
Five motherfuckin' deadly venomz in effect for '93, '94, '95
All that other shit
We takin' this motherfucker over, this larger hit
You know what I'm sayin'? Follow us, come along
You know what I'm sayin'? We takin' this motherfucker over
Trust, we out

Writer(s): Treach, apache, Stretch, 2Pac & Majesty.

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