[Yeah Hehehahaha, We Goin Platinum Nigga! Plaahahatinum.]



Yeah, You Got The Live Squad In This Motherf**ker

We Got My Nigga Treach From Naughty By Nature In This Motherf**ker

My Nigga Apache Up In This Motherf**ker



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, F**k 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 F**kin 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 F**kin 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-f**kin Styles In Em

Like Women I Did Em I'm In For Deadly Ready Venom