Untouchable

[Intro: 2Pac talking] You motherfuckers kill me Why yall niggas don't ever talk that shit when we be in the physical form? Why yall niggas get all shy when we right there next to you at the premiere's and shit? Hahaha Yall 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' *Beat starts* [2Pac] 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 nigga'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 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 [Hook: 2Pac] 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 (Repeat 2x) [Gravy] 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 [Yaki Kadafi] 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 piranahs 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 [Hook: 2x] [Hussein Fatal] 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 [Hook: 2x] [2Pac] Fuck you niggas and that bullshit you going through Outlawz! We untouchable!