Lirik Lagu Deadly Venomz - Tupac Shakur Featuring Treach, Apache & L
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[Yeah hehehahaha, we goin platinum nigga! Plaahahatinum.]
Yeah, you got the Live Squad in this motherfuckerWe got my nigga Treach from Naughty by Nature in this motherfuckerMy nigga Apache up in this motherfucker
Verse One: Tupac
My Mossberg goes boom, gimme room, can I catch itTalkin quick and then I vic just tryin to keep from gettin blastedI had enough I put a hit upon them bastardsBoo-yaa! Turned a snitch into a casketNow they after me, prowling for a niggaz bucksTime to see, who's the G, with the bigger nutsBuck buck, big up and livin recklessNiggaz with a death wish step in with a Tec and I'll wet thisYeah this shit is hyperTwo to one I'm writing representing and I'm striking like a viperHuh, I got my mind made up, I got my nineRing the alarm, and strong arm must runSome niggaz need to feel me with a passionI'm old fashioned, run up on me nigga and get blastedWith five deadly venomz
(Yeah 'Pac, fuck that, still hittin em up withthat 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 Brooklynto the Onyx of your nose, punk is funky like skunk bluntsStunk like funk cuntI come to take you on a war rough and rugged routeAnd if another doubts I blow your fuckin mother outAnd that's the street scarred styleI shout I'm-de-MC-wit-de-nasty-mouf, and kick the bitch outSue me? I pay the lawyer for ya oh boy yeahPlus my style's ten to twenty fuckin pounds moreI take you quicker than a picture of a punk ya pickin shitpickin pockets with a razor stoppin Russian rocketsNot shoplift, I'm liftin shopOnce you sound hot, cause if you ain't a perfect tenmy sign is stop!It's twenty mother-crooked-fuckin styles in emLike women I did em I'm in for deadly ready venom
Yeah, you got the Live Squad in this motherfuckerWe got my nigga Treach from Naughty by Nature in this motherfuckerMy nigga Apache up in this motherfucker
Verse One: Tupac
My Mossberg goes boom, gimme room, can I catch itTalkin quick and then I vic just tryin to keep from gettin blastedI had enough I put a hit upon them bastardsBoo-yaa! Turned a snitch into a casketNow they after me, prowling for a niggaz bucksTime to see, who's the G, with the bigger nutsBuck buck, big up and livin recklessNiggaz with a death wish step in with a Tec and I'll wet thisYeah this shit is hyperTwo to one I'm writing representing and I'm striking like a viperHuh, I got my mind made up, I got my nineRing the alarm, and strong arm must runSome niggaz need to feel me with a passionI'm old fashioned, run up on me nigga and get blastedWith five deadly venomz
(Yeah 'Pac, fuck that, still hittin em up withthat 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 Brooklynto the Onyx of your nose, punk is funky like skunk bluntsStunk like funk cuntI come to take you on a war rough and rugged routeAnd if another doubts I blow your fuckin mother outAnd that's the street scarred styleI shout I'm-de-MC-wit-de-nasty-mouf, and kick the bitch outSue me? I pay the lawyer for ya oh boy yeahPlus my style's ten to twenty fuckin pounds moreI take you quicker than a picture of a punk ya pickin shitpickin pockets with a razor stoppin Russian rocketsNot shoplift, I'm liftin shopOnce you sound hot, cause if you ain't a perfect tenmy sign is stop!It's twenty mother-crooked-fuckin styles in emLike women I did em I'm in for deadly ready venom
