(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
  He's out! A poison, a deadly venom
    (Yeah Mad, fuck that! You know how we do.
  KnowhatI'msayin? Squad in effect, YG'z in effect.
  Now you know a nigga like me gotta represent)
    [Verse Four: Live Squad]
    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
  Niggaz can't touch me when I wreckin G you better flee
  Cause I'm gifted with a jab and a forty-four Mag
  So nigga 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 over eight niggaz back to the stomping grounds
  Line em up single file, dome runnin in em
  A nigga hit em with the venom, the fourth deadly venom
    (Nigga, yaknowhatI'msayin? Fuck that!
  I told you, we takin over, yo 'Pac.)
    [Verse Five: 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 ass niggaz 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 reminesce about the old days
  Hugging on my AK, fuck getting played, hey
  I say niggaz need to get they mind right
  Until they do I pop a clip and grip my nine tight
  Now it's on everday could be my last day
  That's why I blast on they ass as I past let the glass spray
  First you had a mouth full of fronts
  Now you're 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.)
    [Verse Six: 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 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 pull the fuckin trigger
  I'm a section to clinch your porch is like a pinch
  Test a 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, yaknowhatI'msayin?
  Five motherfuckin deadly venomz, in effect for ninety-three
  ninety-four ninety-five all that other shit.
  We takin this motherfucker over this larger hit.
  YaknowhatI'msayin? Follow us, come along. YaknowhatI'msayin?
  We takin this motherfucker over. TRUST. We out.)