2Pac – Untouchable (OG)

Date: June 10, 1996
Producer: 2Pac


Lyrics:

 

[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 ya’ll, my military be prepared for the busters similar to
bitches too scary, get to near me we rush ’em
Visions of over packed prisons
Million’s of niggas 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 niggas is defenceless I’m hitting fence’s then getting ghost
Who can prevent me shooting senseless
At these niggas 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
Niggas screaming peace cause they fear when my squad face ’em
Take them to places, stake they face then erase ’em and break ’em
Murder motherfuckerer’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
Niggas gossip like girls then hide
No offence to Nas but this whole fucking 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?
Fuck you bitch made niggas and that bullshit you going through
Outlawz, busting while we rushing
We untouchable
Fuck you niggas and that bullshit you going through
We Outlawz, rushing you, busting you
We untouchable

[Hussein Fatal]

Yellin niggaz I ran the bricks wit, is wicked, malicious mischief (hehe)
Back up wit that bitch shit, could get capped up wit a quickness
My madness aint 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 aint no way in hell 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 butter loss, so I saw the jack y’all
I’m a basket case, that will blast and wait
What is ya askin, aint shit 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 couldnt 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 hell 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 hella nice and bein a felon twice
Plus I’m gettin sicka quicka, and this time cant blame this nigga
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 aint knowin how we comin through
Outlawz forever
We untouchable

[Outro – Makaveli]

These muthafuckaz are foul
Playa haters
For talking to feds
Snitchin to the muthafuckin police
You don’t know my niggaz
Muthafuck the east coast
As long as it’s the westside the bestside
You know, it’s on Deathrow
That’s right my niggaz
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?
Hehehehehe
Yall niggaz get alot of heart when you get in the studio, huh?
Get that candy 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, a nigga on Deathrow, 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, comin