[Intro: Finesse]nYeah, yeah, uh, I know you feeling me, whatnVenomous style, what, uh, what, what, whatnn[Hook 2X: J-Boo]nViper, Chameleon, Scorpion, Poisonnn[Finesse]nSee I'm the real mack, lay back, camouflage cutienDo my duty to blow like Hootie, without promoting the bootynAnd still getting them Huxtables like Rudy, and making surenI school my daughter to the 'facts of life' like TootienYo, Boo, see them bitches out there, they moodynThat's why I pack the tooly and quick to bust like the coolienAnd wishing anybody that think they can rule menThat's when I trash the toolie, and cock harder with the uzinn[J-Boo]nI resurrect, I put my whole team on the setnBet you didn't know you fucking with a bunch of vetsnDown for years, we about to make it happennForget the yappin', we coming hard, ass crackingnn[Champ MC]nIndeed, I got all I need, cash and weednAnd shorty plus I got a seed to feed, no need for greednBesides I'm ahead of the lead, you all can bleednI'm not afraid to bust, you can't be trustnVenom gonna watch me rush, while I crushnMake one move, we bum rushnThat's, what we hit 'em with God, Deadly had the rhythmsnSpitting Venom all up on in 'em, hittin them straightnTo your guts, split you from your face to your nutsnNigga please, feeling me, feel on thesenFeel these, OGs, Original GoddessnWe plot this, showstoppers of this rocknessnHot shit, so stop the nonsensenStop the nonsense, stop the nonsensenn[Chorus: Champ MC (samples)]nWhat, what, what, what Deeper and deeper - The Notorious B.I.G.nWhat, what, what, what All in together now - Method MannWhat, what, what, what Deeper and deeper - The Notorious B.I.G.nWhat, what, what, what Things are getting good looking better now - Method Mannn[N-Tyce]nPoison coming at you hillbilly style, watch the money really pilenYou think you better than me? Yo, you'se a silly childnRock crowds in Philly, wow, remain effeminetenFlirting with dudes age 20, the mininumnOur single vow lifestyle be living lovelynLike the smell of cologne, the roaming, when the nigga hold menDeadly Venom got it locked like a jail cellnWe all fly like air mail, guaranteed ya'll with the bail bailnn[J-Boo]nWalk the streets, loaded strap, ain't no looking backnIf you want it, you can get your muthafucking wig pushed backnLike that, it's the J B, Double OnWith the flow, thugged out on the lownRep from QB, Deadly Venom be my squadnPeace to the Earths, peace to the GodsnElevate my soul like the earth's on the rownEvolve evil thoughts that my mind can't controlnWhat, what, what, what, nigga what you gon' do?nCan you hold it down, when you up against my crewnI think not, cuz you can't hold us down like thatnWe be on that like that, running chicks off the mapnn[N-Tyce]nUh, what, what, while dudes peepin' at my buttnWatch this rap chick bust all over these cutsnListen all dogs and mutts, never try menHardcore pretty thugs, flyest, seen nigga eyein' menYeah, it's all good, whatever, various enginesnNavigating over microphones togethernThat's how you spell Venom out, cow girl hatsnAnd them out, where ya boys at, baby, send them outnn[Finesse]nSend them out, we rock the stage, the crowd engagenWhen they pump in they fists or in the colleseum doing the wavenVenoms control and all my bitches holdingnBloods cold in your air, the snake sound when we rollingnn[Chorus]