2Pac — Untouchables/The New Untouchables

[Intro: 2Pac] West Side (You punk muthafuckas) Un-muthafuckin'-touchables (What's up nigga) With the L.B.C. clique nigga (Gang) Bad boy killa, untouchable (Hehe, you know what time it is) Put your guns down nigga, (West Side) we UNmuthafuckinTouchable (Gang) Die, West Side, Outlaw, Thug Life, M.O. muthafuckin B L.B. muthafuckin C What it be like, what it see like (You know) [Verse 1: 2Pac] Huh Smooth criminal, individual suffer Went to jail, made bail, seein' hell, made me rougher, gettin' money Funny it seems, young black teens Triple beam dreams make 'em, fiend for crack scenes Maybe I'll fuckin' make a million Bustin' from on top of the buildin' A victim addicted to killin' I can see it in my eye sight Yo what's the Hassa? It's a pig that don't fly right, you die tonight Get me high I'm a killa, lyrics raise drug dealers Turn 'em into muthafuckin' thug niggas L.B.C. come and bail with me Hang with the same niggas go to jail with me Bang, with the Outlaw clique Sick since I came out Pull out my pistol, aim blow your brains out Pull it, my every word like a bullet Hollow point style, murder niggas 'til they feel it I'm untouchable [Verse 2: Bad Azz] I'm that bottom rock, thinkin' 'bout no limitation On comin' up, (Hahaha) dealin' wit' anybody runnin' up They get the gat smack, cracks how my gun goes Holes in your body and blood all over your clothes 'Cause money makes earth, what it's worth, gettin' hurt Doin' dirt to stay spendin', you can borrow, I mean it Any, all confrontation on the currency Here in '96, fine chips, stackin' while I'm mackin' no mo' It's L.B.C. and it's a no no Talkin' what you don't know and won't know Heat hold me down, while I keeps holdin' it down 'Cause I'm quick to rush and what Nigga we bust 'em up Cock it back, ready to blow your block off the map Thug Life niggas ride wit' us Cops tryin' to get us but they can't We untouchable (Gang, gang, gang) [Verse 3: Snoop Dogg] Hmm When you're in the fast lane havin' money and fame You got to, always, check, the game Look here mane, maintain 'Cause this game is a cold thing Can you dig it mane? Fo sho' mane, I wish I had your game Look here young dog, do your own thing Them bitch ass niggas in your clique, buck 'em no Stay real with yourself and untouchable See that's what's wrong with you niggas now But uh, me and my dawgs from the Thug Pound We just paper chasin', we know nay-thing Are you relatin' to the shit we creatin'? [Verse 4: E.D.I. Amin] Comin' through colder than Nova Scotia Makaveli the Don coast to post it, make sure it's Kosher Now we have peeped the scene, it's called the lay out Devised a plot, ease the walls, we gotta take out, shit So now it's time to execute, aim for the chest it's you Nothing's cool, when you die, knowin' you kept it true But if you didn't, broken wings Let it be written, we ain't kiddin' to quit and My missions smellin' my menace Sittin' back, stacked off, spittin' and sippin' yak These fakers play us, gettin' papers so blackjack Perhaps, it's what we all, wanna do Dreamin' and schemin' on livin', untouchable [Verse 5: Yaki Kadafi] Well it's the O-U-T-L-A-Ws, and we untouchable Bringin' the ruckus to all you fuckin' bustin' bubble crews 'Cause nowadays spots we blaze With dirty nines and Glocks on Yak's waistline always The crime on these streets of this world is like a maze Searchin' for more stunts, and blunts to blaze Hustlin' to get paid, many different ways Bodies drop on the other side, and the guns smokes haze Fuckin' wit' Outlawz, it's crazy, these pause don't break me They cut like scissors, who is it, it's Yaki Kadafi The grand wizard trump tight To exquisite, to fuck with cowards Best to duck quick, and run for safety If you're shaky, heard about me lately But ain't no jail to straight me We untouchable