No Malice - You Can't Touch Me lyrics

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No Malice - You Can't Touch Me lyrics

[Intro - Malice] Clip n***as It's not a game, Star Trak It's like that, what, check it Yo, yo, yo [Verse 1 - Malice] 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 cyclone With enough chips for one crib in each time zone Parted us for the sea floors and started street wars Bet a detour from this block and try and keep yours Cause if down here, we play not, n***as get got Sendin' two through his red drop, make his post stop How we roll is wit' no smiles, sh** get so foul Then we sit four to fifty split 'round table style [Hook x2] You can't touch me, I got scuds, love, wit' no lens Clipse with bricks for buildin' pyramids The beginnin' is my end, n***a, f** friends Bills, hundreds, thousands, what's tens [Verse 2 - Nako] n***a, we comin' for ya Four deep in the Explorer Poetic torture, enchanted tails of horror f** what they taught ya, my torture scorches all sorts of Individuals with chambers Hannibal thought of Which n***a careful enough 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, k** slow, like carbon mo- -noxide, tear your block high, burn his toxide We're like the jocks side, Clipse, Virginia n***as We live for figures, we k**as, 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 you b**h-es [Hook x1] [Verse 3 - Lee Harvey] Gray race coupe, being chased by state troops Four blockin' and escape routes, firm grip knowing he's Jake Shoop Check the rear view, A.J'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 shot at the freeze f** nah, I'mma die like Christ, inside my fate Try my best to empty both clips, sayin' goodbyes with hate [Hook x2] [Verse 4 - Pusha T] Yo, yo, we travel, wit' d** in the dashboard And flee from the task force Quit hollerin' 'bout your ones You got guns, n***a blast yours Space is no remorse, mind cluttered wit' thoughts Young'ns out like I-95'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 n***as flyin' chicks in Half-black, half-Hawaiian, believe my dick's in Do what they lust for the dough, it's sickenin' Mr. Claus to these b**hes So my dogs play Dancer, Prancer and Vixen These cheap coke n***as got me actin' irate Enough fake on they blow to f**in, spark a debate Turn violent, eternal silence equals they fate Cause they tried to get over, those n***as 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 is 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 habits, opposite end, we full of sin Compare ones, pull guns, to separate mice from men [Hook x2]