You Can’t Touch Me

Clip niggas it's not a game, Star Trak
It's like that, what, check it yo, yo, 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
Parted us for the C4s and started street wars
Bet a 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 40
50 split, round table style

You can't touch me, I got scuds, love
Wit' no lens
Clipse with bricks for buildin' pyramids
The beginnin' is my end, nigga, fuck friends
Bills, hundreds, thousands, what's tens

Nigga, we comin' for ya
Four deep in the Explorer
Poetic torture, enchanted tails 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 high, burn his toxide
We're like the jocks 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 herds you live wit'
Cause this is too explicit
For your bitch clique

Gray race coupe, being chased by state troops
Four blockin' and escape routes
Firm grip knowing he's Jake Shoop
Check the rear view
AJ's tailgatin' and V-shaped
Handcuff the briefcase, whip's stolen
Plus it need plates
Stole the coke out, exchange shots
Windows broke out all or nothing, two guns
Both of them smoked out
Tire blow out, slight spins 'til it don't end
On length of one side
Sparks fly ridin' on rims
High adrenaline, accident as if surrendin'
A quick desperate attempt, sixteen
Sendin' 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
Shout at to freeze fuck nah, I'mma die
Let Christ decide my fate
Try my best to empty both clips
Sayin' goodbyes with hate

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's no remorse
Mind cluttered wit' thoughts
Young'ns out like I95's, they only cost
Caught up in the fame 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
It's sickenin' mr claus to these bitches
So my dogs play Dancer, Prancer and Vixen
These cheap coke niggas got me actin' irate
Enough fake 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 tie is 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 fallen off
Got you hustlers screamin' "call 'em off"
We runnin' through your town, in prescowns
Dripped over sawed offs
Drug habit's, opposite end, we full of sin
Compare ones, pull guns
To separate mice from men