Untouchable

You motherfuckers kill me

Why yall niggaz don't ever talk that shit when we be in the physical form?

Why yall niggaz get all shy when we right there next to you at the premiere's and shit?

Hahaha

Yall niggaz 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 niggaz 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 ya'll, my military be prepared for the busters similar to

Bitches to scary, get to near me we rush 'em

Visions of over packed prisons, million's of niggaz thug living

Pressure's, three strikes I hope they don't test us

So pull the heat out, ammunition in crate's (shh)

Move without a sound as we slide down pistols in place

I'm sensing niggaz is defenseless I'm hitting fence's then getting ghost

Who can prevent me shooting senseless at these niggaz throats?

Only wish to breed, I explode into a million seeds

Yall 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

[Chorus: 2Pac]

Bitch made niggaz and that bullshit you going through

Outlaws busting while we rushing

We untouchable

Fuck you niggaz and that bullshit you going through

We Outlaws rushing you busting you

We untouchable

[Repeat 2x]

[Gravy]

Aiyyo we won't stop, I let the '44 pop

Tanqueray and Alize' make niggaz get shot

I'm smokin on some gush baby, you know it's all Gravy

Calicos, AK's, niggaz 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 Outlaws, 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

[Chorus: 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 truely 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

[Chorus: 2x]

[2Pac]

Fuck you niggaz and that bullshit you going through

Outlaws! We untouchable!