2Pac, Gravy, Hussein Fatal, Yaki Kadafi - Untouchable lyrics

You motherfuckers kill me
Why y'all niggas don't ever talk that shit
When we be in the physical form?
Why y'all niggas get all shy
When we right there
Next to you at the premieres and shit?
Hahaha y'all niggas get alot of heart when
You get in the studio, huh?
Get that can the 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 nigga
Or a nigga from the west side the best side
Call me
Call me, nigga, reach out and touch a nigga
'cause uh
If you don't do that and I hear one
Of you niggas sayin' somethin' on a record
Ha expect me, nigga
Like you expect Jesus to come back


Expect me, nigga, I'm comin'

Ah, from the pressure, yeah
You know how we do this Quik, 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 niggas thug living
Pressure's, three strikes I hope
They don't test us
So pull the heat out, ammunition in crates
(shh) move without a sound as we
Slide down pistols in place
I'm sensing niggas is defenseless I'm
Hitting fences then getting ghost
Who can prevent me shooting senseless
At these niggas' 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
Niggas screamin' 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 waitin'
To quicken the pace

Bitch made niggas and that
Bullshit you going through
Outlaws busting while we rushing
We untouchable fuck you niggas and that
Bullshit you going through
We Outlawz rushing you, busting you
We untouchable

Aiyyo, we won't stop, I let the '44 pop
Tanqueray and Alize' make niggas get shot
I'm smokin' on some kush, baby
You know it's all Gravy
Calicos, AK's, nigga's yellin' 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 Outlawz, baby

I'm surrounded by thugs, slugs
With crystals and pistols, callin'
Copy murderers that be softer than tissues
Got my persona soldier dedicated
To the fuckin drama
My foes retreat like pros when
They post my pros
Mashin' like piranhas or a pack of pitts
Bodies get wasted, paper chasin'
Tryna stack a brick
Dear mama, I'm touched for
Lots of lethal clutch
Clingin' for a life which ain't much
And a lust for these guns to bust
Ain't no trust for these herbs tryna wet ya
Keep my burner on the dresser
Wake up bustin' in the
Mornin' from the pressure

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 2 Glocks, I'm wrong
The homie still gon' roll and
Standin' 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 strugglin' like Mumia Abu
It was 'bout to end truly I knew
Named my daughter Assadah, for that alone
Make 'em more than a rider
Got every homie trigger finger under the set
Dope but guaranteed now my 1
On 1 will connect

Fuck you niggas and that
Bullshit you going through
Outlawz! We untouchable!