Текст песни 5 Deadly Venomz (2Pac) с переводом

Yeah, you got the Live Squad in this motherfucker

We get my nigga Treach from Naughty By Nature up in this motherfucker

My nigga Apache up in this motherfucker

My Mossberg goes boom, gimme room, can I catch it

Talkin' quicker then a vic that’s tryin' to keep from gettin' blasted

I had enough I put a hit upon them bastards

Boo-yaa, turn this Benz into a casket

Now they after me, prowling for a niggas bucks

Time to see, who’s the G, with the bigger nuts

Buck buck, big up and livin' reckless

Niggas 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

Huh, I got my mind made up, I got my nine

Ring the alarm, and strong arm what’s mine

Some niggas 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)

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 after she’s crossed out

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

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 'em 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, something 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)

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

Niggas 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 all fake niggas 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.)

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 niggas 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 niggas 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 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’mma snake nigga

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, 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. Yaknowhat I’msayin?

We takin this motherfucker over. TRUST. We out.)