[Yeah hehehahaha, we goin platinum [bad word]  Plaahahatinum.]

Yeah, you got the Live Squad in this [bad word] We got my [bad word] Treach from Naughty by Nature in this [bad word] My [bad word] Apache up in this [bad word] 
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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] Some niggaz need to feel me with a passion
I'm old [bad word] up on me [bad word] and get blasted
With five deadly venomz

(Yeah 'Pac, [bad word] that, still hittin em up with
 that old deadly [bad word]  Aiyyo Treach where you at?
 Step up and hit they [bad word] up with the wickedness.)

Verse Two: Treach
 [bad word] to hit you with a sock full of Brooklyn
to the Onyx of your nose, punk is funky like skunk blunts
Stunk like funk [bad word] [bad word] to take you on a war rough [bad word] route
And if another doubts I blow your [bad word] mother out
And that's the street scarred style
I shout I'm-de-MC-wit-de-nasty-mouf, and kick the [bad word] out
Sue me? I pay the lawyer for ya oh boy yeah
Plus my style's ten to twenty [bad word] pounds more
I take you quicker than a picture of a punk ya pickin [bad word] pickin pockets with a razor [bad word] 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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] tougher see
I'm down with the sound of the Squad hard, boom!
Breakin em down, I make em see their [bad word] straight from the dome where I roam it's a job to
rob and steal [bad word] 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 [bad word] faster
Than a lot of cops I can't be stopped till my head gets popped
lot of [bad word] bodies will drop
It's a disaster, [bad word] 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! poison, a deadly venom

(Yeah Mad, [bad word] that! You know how we do.
 KnowhatI'msayin? Squad in effect, YG'z in effect.
 Now you know a [bad word] like me gotta represent)

Verse Four: Live Squad

Once again, back to rip [bad word]  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 you better flee
Cause I'm gifted with a jab and a forty-four Mag
So [bad word] 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, [bad word] in em
[bad word] hit em with the venom, the fourth deadly venom

 [bad word]  yaknowhatI'msayin? [bad word] that!
 I told you, we takin over, yo 'Pac.)

Verse Five: 2Pac

Five deadly venomz verse five be the li