Untouchable Songtext - 2pac

-Untouchable-


[2Pac] (Intro)

Makaveli, I'm in the studio drunk then a muthafucka..
Ready to freestyle this shit and do it wild..
Live, for all my dogs.. For all my dogs out there raising hell,
just to see ya young nigga, raise the bail..
stepped out on the streets, fresh from jail,
all the police wanna rag and tell,
not knowing that I stacks my mail,
all these niggas wanna see me fail..
that's just the intro, as I sit back and rock this instrumental...

After the fire comes the rain, after the pleasure it's pain,
even though we broke for the moment, we ballin' the game...
time to make yo mind military, be prepared for the bustas,
similar to bitches too scary and too near me be rushing...
visions of over-packed prisons,
feens and niggas thug livin',
pressures and 3 Strikes, hope they don't tell us...
they call it heater, amminition at grace,
move without a sound, let me slide down, pistols in place...
they got me feenin' for currency, the money it goes,
it's like I'm a, dreamin' senior season me ballin'...
official hated, and my enemies be hated, got the cops .4-5 stanchin' niggas pagers...
laid with a mark, soon as we start, but it's hard to quit,
started out drinkin' 40's, the hardest shit...
God Damn now I'm a grown man, I follow no man,
nigga got my own plan, in my hand...
got the .45, I get it live to survive, make these niggas die,
while gettin' high though we cry...
when these thugs bud, niggas'll leave in they casket,
that's what you get for being playa hatin' bastards...
me and my click so ligit, we keep a 50 on us,
these niggas know, you can't touch us...
when they get to come against us, these niggas be defenceless and senseless,
knockin' niggas back on the fence...
my whole click be sick, and though we rip whole crews,
niggas knew we came through drinkin' 22's of brew,
and though we drink Hennessy, we provide our enemies with mo' shit,

a BMW, I trouble you,
so and forever this Big 'ol "W"...
hu-hu-hu, my Double R cruise, I'm a big rap star,
rockin' the grooves, niggas where ya at...
where you are is the back, in the front when you park this shit,
I keep a gat inside my trunk legit,
always, and though I'm on probabtion I still rock the nation,
out on bail,
though last year I was in jail,
raise hell, until I get my mail,
will I fail?..
hell naw nigga bite my nails...
I keep a manicure, though you panic,
you're still gone die
when Pac get high...
smokin' Indo, I roll my window down,
a smooth criminal, and though I pack this pound,
.3-5-7, .0-4-5, will I hide?..
will I die?..
will I ride?..
niggas never know why...
my whole crew, a family click,
always sick,
are we live though we struggle to survive in this muthafucka...
9-5 turn to 9-6, 9-6 turn to 9-7, I keep a .3-5-7 Mac 11...
back home I got a M-O, what I say, a Mini 14, ha ha...
my Double R, ride with my crew, ride with my crew,
you don't have a clue nigga when we comin' for you...
we hit the House of Blues actin' like fools, my nigga Fatal,
put a gun inside a club, I keep his fuckin' pre-nadle,
had to bang inside a chest, now I, bang as Veli, no-no-no,
with Makaveli I told him don't bring that gas out of Veli...
I said yo Fatal are you crazy, nigga pissin' all side in the front,
niggas said god damn them niggas is funny as hell...
what you want?.. you want the pump?..
hell naw them niggas don't want no beef,
that's why we left that muthafucka in a Rose,
a Limo I mean... well pick this out, to me,
I was sittin' in the back, then on some hits,
I did a dope as show, them niggas will always remember me...
came from India, Felizimo, was the call, yeah nigga I got Vasache on,
on mighty all them niggas want to fuck with me, yall know...
I always represent my people to the fullest,
yeah I'm that same muthafucka that took five, bullets...

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