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untouchable (original) - 2pac lyrics

[intro]
i don’t care no more

[2pac]
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 ya’ll, my military be prepared for the busters similar to
b*tches too scary, get to near me we rush ’em
visions of over packed prisons
million’s of n*ggas thug living
pressure’s, three strikes i hope they don’t test us
so pull the heat out, ammunition in crate’s (shhhhh)
move without a sound as we slide down pistols in place
i’m sensing n*ggas is defenceless i’m hitting fence’s then getting ghost
who can prevent me shooting senseless
at these n*ggas throats
only wish to breed
i explode into a million seeds
ya’ll remember me
legendary live eternally (hahaha)
bury me in pieces cause they fear reincarnation
n*ggas screaming peace cause they fear when my squad face ’em
take them to places, stake they face then erase ’em and break ’em
murder motherf*ckerer’s at a rate and then quicken the pace
blast me but never ask me to live a lie
am i wrong cause i wanna get it on till i die?
now i’m worldwide
n*ggas gossip like girls then hide
no offence to nas but this whole f*cking world is mine
even if you blind you can still see my prophecy
my destiny to overthrow those on top of me
fiending for currency the money be calling
can you feel me, dreaming?
seeing scenes of me balling?
f*ck you b*tch made n*ggas and that bullsh*t you going through
outlawz, busting while we rushing
we untouchable
f*ck you n*ggas and that bullsh*t you going through
we outlawz, rushing you, busting you
we untouchable

[hussein fatal]
yellin n*ggas i ran the bricks wit, is wicked, malicious mischief (hehe)
back up wit that b*tch sh*t, could get capped up wit a quickness
my madness ain’t marked, i hit my targets like darts
in the dark blessin the park i could just creep on the narc
i got ups like united parcels, murdered the court marshall
so ain’t no way in h*ll when you bail i’m a stay up off you
i fly with 25’s like jordan, he bad ball
told y’all he was a b*tter loss, so i saw the jack y’all
i’m a basket case, that will blast and wait
what is ya askin, ain’t sh*t comin through the maskin tape
did you really think that you could touch me, when you started reachin?
i started each and every one of y’all, part of the reason
i never fall or slip and pump
i couldn’t even hit the bottom if i tripped and jumped
i dump a two on your crew and then play new wit a nina
my body’s spread off the naughty, what the h*ll i’m a do wit dis eagle
i’m a touch ya

[e.d.i mean]
man, i’m a tell ya
every day of my life is like i’m skatin on thin ice
i’m seconds away from livin h*lla nice and bein a felon twice
plus i’m gettin sicka quicka, and this time can’t blame this n*gga
all these narcotics thats controlled us sold for profit, uh huh
what you have before you is a pre*meditated plot to prosper
expectin to be respected like the rest of my roster
and these schizophrenic mobsters, these well designed impostors
they dont wanna see us, when we rise like jesus wit some choppers
holdin and unloadin the game is potent
able to reach out and touch you with the slightest notion(yeah)
while you weren’t aware and ain’t knowin how we comin through
outlawz forever
we untouchable

[outro]
these motherf*ckers are foul
playa haters
for talking to feds
snitchin to the m*th*f*ckin police
you don’t know my n*ggas
m*th*f*ck the east coast
as long as it’s the westside the bestside
you know, it’s on deathrow
that’s right my n*ggas
you motherf*ckers k!ll me
why yall n*ggas don’t ever talk that sh*t when we be in the physical form?
why yall n*ggas get all shy when we right there next to you at the premiere’s and sh*t?
hehehehehe
yall n*ggas get alot of heart when you get in the studio, huh?
get that candy man motherf*cker wanna talk sh*t on the mic
well do this for me, would you?
next time you get the notion to talk some sh*t about an outlaw n*gga
or a n*gga from the west side the best side, a n*gga on deathrow, call me
call me n*gga, reach out and touch a n*gga, cause uh
if you don’t do that and i hear one of you n*ggas sayin somethin on a record, ha
expect me n*gga like you expect jesus to come back
expect me n*gga, i’m comin, comin

- 2pac lyrics

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