You Can’t Touch Me

Lyrics

[Intro: Malice] Clip niggas It's not a game, Star Trak It's like that, what, check it Yo, yo [Verse 1: Malice] Yo, it's the final curtain, we black masks and black turbans Lightin' up the sky in a black Suburban We on the late night streetsweep, hit at least three The price you pay, and it ain't cheap, make his frame leak When we speak, our dialogue consist of flame heat Cop the brick, flipped it twice, and all in the same week Flee the sirens, hit the Highlands, or the islands All up in the loft with some chick from Thailand 'Cause you ain't lived 'til you empty clips, whip the Syclone With enough chips for one crib in each time zone Pardon us for the C4s and the started street wars Better detour from this block and try and keep yours 'Cause if down here, we play not, niggas get got Sendin' two through his red drop, make his pulse stop How we roll is wit' no smiles, shit get so foul Then we sit, fort of 50 split, roundtable style [Hook: Pusha T] You can't touch me – I got Scuds, love, wit' no lids Clipse with bricks for buildin' pyramids The beginnin' is my end, nigga, fuck friends Bills, hundreds, thousands, what's 10's? You can't touch me – I got Scuds, love, wit' no lids (What?) Clipse with bricks for buildin' pyramids The beginnin' is my end, nigga, fuck friends Bills, hundreds, thousands, what's 10's? [Verse 2: Nako aka Fam-Lay] Nigga, we comin' for ya Four deep in the Explorer Poetic torture, enchanted tales of horror Fuck what they taught ya – my torture scorches all sorts of Individuals, with chambers Hannibal thought of The stick-up kids would love to stick me They treat me like AIDS, they scared to get me Too shook to get wit' me To get me, mission's impossible, I got an arsenal Of Glocks, for any obstacle that you can imagine possible Nako flow, kill slow, like carbon mo–noxide Tear your block, hide – burners topside We're like the dark side – Clipse, Virginia niggas We live for figures, we're killas, who injure critters What ya'll wanna do now? Got two Glocks, that's bustin' too loud Nickel plate with no silencers, known to move crowds Verbal liquid – stick wit', them herbs you live wit' 'Cause this is too explicit for your bitch clique [Hook: Pusha T] You can't touch me – I got Scuds, love, wit' no lids Clipse with bricks for buildin' pyramids The beginnin' is my end, nigga, fuck friends Bills, hundreds, thousands, what's 10's? [Verse 3: Lee Harvey] Gray raised coupe, being chased by state troops Four blockin' escape routes,;firm grip, knowing these jakes shoot Check the rear view – 8 jakes, tailgatin' V-shaped Handcuff the briefcase, whip's stolen, plus it need plates Throw the coke out, exchange shots, windows broke out All or nothing, two guns, both of them smoked out Tire blow out, slight spin, 'til it don't end I'm leaned to one side, sparks fly, ridin' on rims High adrenaline, exiting as if surrending A quick desperate attempt – sixteen, sent in the wind Flee on foot now, German Shepherds trackin' my steps Helicopter overhead, I look up, slappin' my chest Show I lack respect, runnin' hard through crowded streets "We have you surrounded" – special agents shouted to "Freeze" Fuck naw – I'ma die, let Christ decide my fate Try my best to empty both clips, sayin' goodbyes with hate [Hook: Pusha T] You can't touch me – I got Scuds, love, wit' no lids Clipse with bricks for buildin' pyramids The beginnin' is my end, nigga, fuck friends Bills, hundreds, thousands, what's 10's? You can't touch me – I got Scuds, love, wit' no lids Clipse with bricks for buildin' pyramids The beginnin' is my end, nigga, fuck friends Bills, hundreds, thousands, what's 10's? [Verse 4: Pusha T] Yo, yo, we travel, wit' drugs in the dashboard And flee from the task force Quit hollerin' 'bout your ones You got guns – nigga, blast yours Face is no remorse, mind cluttered wit' thoughts Young'ns out like I-95, they only cost Caught up in the fame that comes along with the street game Don't forget about them head hunters, head hunting your name 'Cause they seen and heard how niggas flyin' chicks in Half-black, half-Hawaiian – believe my dick's in The way they lust for the dough is sickenin' Mr. Claus to these bitches So my dogs play Dancer, Prancer, and Vixen These cheap coke niggas got me actin' irate Enough bake on they blow to fuckin' spark a debate Turn violent, eternal silence equals they fate 'Cause they tried to get over, those niggas stepped on my weight Now it's time for slug love, thug love too physical I need to ensure everybody's condition's critical "Terrar – no mask up, your family ties strong We'll make 'em say your name three times, then blast on" Camaraderie, second to none like magnets React first, think last, lay you in caskets At any point, we fallin' off Got you hustlers screamin' "call 'em off" We runnin' through your town, in priest growns, draped over sawed offs Drug habits, opposite end, we full of sin Compare ones, pull guns, to separate mice from men [Hook: Pusha T] You can't touch me – I got Scuds, love, wit' no lids Clipse with bricks for buildin' pyramids The beginnin' is my end, nigga, fuck friends Bills, hundreds, thousands, what's 10's? You can't touch me – I got Scuds, love, wit' no lids Clipse with bricks for buildin' pyramids The beginnin' is my end, nigga, fuck friends Bills, hundreds, thousands, what's 10's?