2Pac – Untouchable (feat. Yaki Kadafi, Hussein Fatal & Gravy) Lyrics

2Pac – Untouchable (feat. Yaki Kadafi, Hussein Fatal & Gravy) Lyrics
Untouchable
2Pac (feat. Yaki Kadafi, Hussein Fatal & Gravy)
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    "Untouchable." - 2Pac (feat. Yaki Kadafi, Hussein Fatal & Gravy)

    Album: Pac's Life
    Track No: 13
    You motherfuckers kill me
    Why y'all **** don't ever talk that shit
    When we be in a physical form?
    Why y'all **** get all shy
    When we right there next to you at the premieres and shit?
    Y'all **** get a lot of heart when you get in the studio, huh?
    Get that candy man, motherfucker wanna talk shit on the mic
    Well do this for me, would you?
    Next time you get the notion to talk some shit about an outlaw, ****
    Or a **** on the west side, the best side
    Call me, call me, ****
    Reach out and touch a ****
    'Cause uh, if you don't do that
    And I hear one of you **** saying something on the record
    Expect me, ****, like you expect Jesus to come back
    Expect me, ****, I'm coming
    From the pressure, yeah
    You know how we do this quick, outlaws, untouchable
    After the fire comes the rain, after the pleasure there's pain
    Even though we broke for the moment we'll be balling again
    Time to make y'all, my military be prepared for the busters similar to
    Bitches to scary, get to near me we rush 'em
    Visions of over packed prisons, millions of **** thug living
    Pressure's, three strikes I hope they don't test us
    So pull the heat out, ammunition in crates
    Move without a sound as we slide down, pistols in place
    I'm sensing **** is defenseless, I'm hitting fences then getting ghost
    Who can prevent me shooting senseless at these ****'s throats?
    Only wish to breed, I explode into a million seeds
    Y'all remember me, legendary, live eternally
    Bury me in pieces 'cause they fear reincarnation
    **** screaming peace 'cause they fear when my squad face 'em
    Take 'em to places, face to face, then erase 'em, and break 'em
    Murder motherfuckers that are waiting to quicken the pace
    Bitch made **** and that bullshit you going through
    Outlaws busting while we rushing
    We untouchable
    Fuck you **** and that bullshit you going through
    We outlaw rushing you, busting you
    We untouchable
    Bitch made **** and that bullshit you going through
    Outlaws busting while we rushing
    We untouchable
    Fuck you **** and that bullshit you going through
    We outlaw rushing, you busting you
    We untouchable
    Hey-yo we won't stop, I let the '44 pop
    Tanqueray and Alize make **** get shot
    I'm smoking on some kush, baby, you know it's all Gravy
    Calicos, AK's, ****'s yelling mayday
    Payday, soon as the red dots connect
    Off that haze and that 'dro, that Cali sticky icky
    Strictly 2-1-3, 8-1-8, 3-2-3
    3-1-0, we outlaws, baby
    I'm surrounded by thugs, slugs with crystals and pistols, carbon
    Copy murderers that be softer than tissues
    Got my persona soldier dedicated to the fucking drama
    My foes retreat like pros when they post my pros
    Mashing like piranhas or a pack of Pitts
    Bodies get wasted, paper chasing, tryna stack a brick
    Dear mama, I'm touched, for lot to lead the clutch
    Clinging for a life which ain't much
    And a lust for these guns to bust
    Ain't no trust for these herbs tryna ratchet
    Keep my burner on the dresser
    Wake up busting in the morning from the pressure
    Bitch made **** and that bullshit you going through
    Outlaws busting while we rushing
    We untouchable
    Fuck you **** and that bullshit you going through
    We outlaw rushing you, busting you
    We untouchable
    Bitch made **** and that bullshit you going through
    Outlaws busting while we rushing
    We untouchable
    Fuck you **** and that bullshit you going through
    We outlaw rushing you, busting you
    We untouchable
    I never had a chance to be a buster, I was raised hard
    With the only shed of tattooed tears out near the graveyard
    I rep my outlaws deeply
    Done seen too many real players fall to let the industry cheat me
    Only behind the scenes do they see me as 2Pac the Don
    And this bitch with two Glocks, I'm wrong
    The homie still gon' roll and standing with your biggest G
    You still gon' fold, I can guarantee you a lost
    The homie 'Pac told me, I can guarantee you a boss
    And it was in for a brief minute, far as my life
    Since he disappeared, I still ain't found peace in it
    But still struggling like Mumia Abu, it was 'bout to end, truly I knew
    Named my daughter Assadah
    For that alone, make 'em more than a rotter
    Got every homie trigger finger under the set
    Dope but guaranteed now my 1 on 1 will connect
    Bitch made **** and that bullshit you going through
    Outlaws busting while we rushing
    We untouchable
    Fuck you **** and that bullshit you going through
    We outlaw rushing you, busting you
    We untouchable
    Bitch made **** and that bullshit you going through
    Outlaws busting while we rushing
    We untouchable
    Fuck you **** and that bullshit you going through
    We outlaw rushing you, busting you
    We untouchable
    Fuck you **** and that bullshit you going through
    Outlaws, we untouchable

    Writer(s): Bruce Washington, 2Pac, Kasseem Dean, Anthony Henderson & Yafeu Fula.

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