5 Deadly Venoms

[Verse 1: Ghostface] Yeah! Come on! I know many boney niggas that knock big niggas out Force MC's to write more when my pen is out Indian Gym's pedestal prince sit on thrones Crack bones hardly pay back loans Fuck a Maybach I hash back a three G stone One bitch, four fifth, rubber grip, never hidden it's shown This is for dirt balm niggas wingworm babies who smell like piss in school Smoke wombs, rob and tote tools Jail and poke fools, bash niggas in the head With forties after thatm shake your hand and get more brew Please be at ease God, fuck the disease God You rap niggas front on me, I'm a squeeze God Headline, man get sprayed by retard Ghostly thing, he left behind the red clark His gun bark up big trees Made his dust with embalming, olivie oil and mint leaves When y'all bag up your fuckin bottles is empty We serve glaciers that's why the fiends is friendly [Hook] Streetrunner gotta stop runnin sometime I'm gonna make you leave, I'm gonna make you leave, I'm gonna make you leave!!! [Verse 2: [Kool G. Rap] Then, uh, what! Bread ridiculous, heads want a whiff of this Glad for hypocrites layin back and triple this Model heads hollow heads and the nickel fifth When I juggle fuck a double nigga flip with chips Sets I cripple this let a nigga nipple kiss The scene'll hit or miss I'll show you where you ticklish The more iceyed out need to bang your wifey out She like the way my Rose Gold chain swing my thing bang Know I got niggas in Sing Sing like Ving Rhames I'm not a nigga that maintain the same dames I'm steady switchin up, Chevy truck glistened up I'm not them other suckers motherfuckers listen up This nigga riffin what, who the fuck is kissin up You own the cake you'll get ducktaped listen up The goon trace when they say Buck lift 'em up New York plates on the interstate shiftin up, what [Hook] Streetrunner gotta stop runnin sometime I'm gonna make you leave, I'm gonna make you leave, I'm gonna make you leave!!! [Verse 3: Raekwon] Aiyyo! Squeezin your hammer jammin it Each of my niggas gamblin with people don't think we family Clark whip up call up Sammy I clash with major paper my blood is an alligator My style is a mile away from y'all niggas Sal of haters We came to take it over my plane is delayed I drove up with hangers and back up rovers Movin through the rain with golfers Who carry heavy armor with bangers and rep regardless Chef will play the Jeffrey Dahmer dig you when I'm in your garments Y'all niggas is 'spicious, supercrabfragilistic Niggas that I'm against is ginzu 'em with the quickness Rappers is pussy so soft, mad gushy Go north, your your dad pushed me schooled him cause he had a pussy We puff crazy reefa too tough the thing'll heat ya up Got them leeches off your ass nigga keep shit up We blown the speakers and Chef go and season shit up Release of the gutter and still wanna beat shit up, whattup!!! [Hook] Streetrunner gotta stop runnin sometime I'm gonna make you leave, I'm gonna make you leave, I'm gonna make you leave!!! [Verse 4: Lord Tariq] Lord the borough's mainframe, I remain the same chain Lames play the game to gain cock and aim the than thang (Bang!!!) I let the thang rang then became the king of caine Gettin chains slingin thangs no different than Richard mane Call a order off the water y'all native New Yorker Caught a case the law was lacin y'all with eights and raw the states applaud Facin it for sure with just the taste the states and laws Made to degrade my age limit diminish my cause Ain't nothin to us nothin move us tightly knitten up and through us Type of shit the hype the gripe I got despite my life is it And what you talk is what we walk And what we up we love this spot Place none above me of course faithfully yours I hate when it warms, rapin the law Came through the door with a cape and cane Sayin my name wavin the four Displayin the false aim and then buss claim it was yours Ain't no team hotter than Team Saga sign the Lord!!! [Hook] Streetrunner gotta stop runnin sometime I'm gonna make you leave, I'm gonna make you leave, I'm gonna make you leave!!! [Verse 5: Big Daddy Kane] Who wanna feel the fire from me fuckin with the don Just save the Ying Yang for Lil' Jon kid it's on Got the coffin case Slay they try to connect They know that, Stuyvesant vet a be the livest we get rid of Greasy is from where the sleezy is from Devious one, and anytime you need me it's done Some talkin off the yap trip and what they gonna do? But know they couldn't find the fuckin heart with John Q I'm hear to warn you, we vouched your plans My name is sent to 'mounts of millions you get thousand fans Little fly by night nigga that's about to land Let me take the shit up out of your hands Understand, your games won't work can't hide your own jerk And any technicalities I'm pullin on skirts Beside the mink jacket that be where the chrome lurks So make sure my paper write like we checkin homework, come on [Hook] Streetrunner gotta stop runnin sometime I'm gonna make you leave, I'm gonna make you leave, I'm gonna make you leave!!! [Outro: DJ KaySlay] DJ KaySlay Drama King!!! Five deadly venoms!! Ghostface Killah, Kool G. Rap, Raekwon The Chef, Lord Tariq, Big Daddy Kane!!! We out!!!