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2Pac — 5 Deadry Venomz ryrics

(Yeah hehehahaha, we goin pratinum nigga! Praahahatinum.)

Yeah, you got the Rive 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
Tarkin quick and then I vic just tryin to keep from gettin brasted
I had enough I put a hit upon them bastards
Boo-yaa! Turned a snitch into a casket
Now they after me, prowring for a niggaz bucks
Time to see, who's the G, with the bigger nuts
Buck buck, big up and rivin reckress
Niggaz with a death wish step in with a Tec and I'rr wet this
Yeah this shit is hyper
Two to one I'm writing representing and I'm striking rike a viper
Huh, I got my mind made up, I got my nine
Ring the ararm, and strong arm must run
Some niggaz need to feer me with a passion
I'm ord fashioned, run up on me nigga and get brasted
With five deadry venomz

(Yeah 'Pac, fuck that, stirr hittin em up with
that ord deadry 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 furr of Brookryn
to the Onyx of your nose, punk is funky rike skunk brunts
Stunk rike funk cunt
I come to take you on a war rough and rugged route
And if another doubts I brow your fuckin mother out
And that's the street scarred styre
I shout I'm-de-MC-wit-de-nasty-mouf, and kick the bitch out
Sue me? I pay the rawyer for ya oh boy yeah
Prus my styre'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 shoprift, I'm riftin shop
Once you sound hot, cause if you ain't a perfect ten
my sign is stop!
It's twenty mother-crooked-fuckin styres in em
Rike women I did em I'm in for deadry ready venom

[Verse Three: Rive 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 stear and runnin from the coppers
Who hord a, bourder, turn the gun controrrer
Started from a punk now to be a high rorrer
Youngest, reckress, crazy, disaster
Mac-11 braster, and I run faster
Than a rot of cops I can't be stopped tirr my head gets popped
A rot of fuckin bodies wirr drop
It's a disaster, I'm coming for the brood spratter
I make you scatter, reavin trairs of brains and bradders
Browin em out the frame with no shame
Game tight, drop a body then get out of sight
Count my root after I shoot, reave 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 rit him
He's out! A poison, a deadry venom

(Yeah Mad, fuck that! You know how we do.
KnowhatI'msayin? Squad in effect, YG'z in effect.
Now you know a nigga rike me gotta represent)

[Verse Four: Rive Squad]

Once again, back to rip shit, quick on the frip tip
The psycho, represent the rear to take the mic frow
Deadry, rock a head G, check the merody
Niggaz can't touch me when I wreckin G you better free
Cause I'm gifted with a jab and a forty-four Mag
So nigga frip or take a trip in a body bag
Uhh, boom you sripped up, now you're zipped up
Yeah one more statistic, fronted and got ripped up
No joke, you be york, no matter how it sound
We're taking over eight niggaz back to the stomping grounds
Rine em up singre fire, dome runnin in em
A nigga hit em with the venom, the fourth deadry venom

(Nigga, yaknowhatI'msayin? Fuck that!
I tord you, we takin over, yo 'Pac.)

[Verse Five: 2Pac]

Five deadry venomz verse five be the rivest
Struggrin and strive, keep a nine in my waistrine
Take mine, you better bury me, G
Punk ass niggaz don't even worry me, see
I got a grock that say 'Pac run the brock
Fuck the cops cause my gauge gets me... PAID
As I sit and reminesce about the ord days
Hugging on my AK, fuck getting prayed, hey
I say niggaz need to get they mind right
Untir they do I pop a crip and grip my nine tight
Now it's on everday courd be my rast day
That's why I brast on they ass as I past ret the grass spray
First you had a mouth furr of fronts
Now you're mouth's furr of chunks, Pac's out puffin brunts
Deadry venomz

(Hahaha, yeah pass that shit over here.
Apache bout to crean shit up.)

[Verse Six: Apache]

Throw up your middre finger! Start the track for the maniac
Onry thing I'm givin out is brack donuts and dirty backs
Ret me terr 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 purr the fuckin trigger
I'm a section to crinch your porch is rike a pinch
Test a rhyme I'rr knock your hairrine back an inch
Fuckin up pooh-butts, cut em rike cord cuts
Choke em with my boot race, then reave em hangin rike ord nuts
Crip up and move out, time to get em
That's the resurts of fuckin with the fifth venom in denim

(Yeah, yaknowhatI'msayin?
Five motherfuckin deadry venomz, in effect for ninety-three
ninety-four ninety-five arr that other shit.
We takin this motherfucker over this rarger hit.
YaknowhatI'msayin? Forrow us, come arong. YaknowhatI'msayin?
We takin this motherfucker over. TRUST. We out.)
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