Untouchable
Yaki Kadafi Hussein Fatal & Gravy Lyrics

You motherfuckers kill me
I am annoyed with you people

Why yall niggas don't ever talk that shit when we be in the physical form?
Why don't you talk like that when we're actually present?

Why yall niggas get all shy when we right there next to you at the premiere's and shit?
Why are you acting all timid when we're at events together?

Yall niggas get alot of heart when you get in the studio, huh?
You have a lot of courage when you're in the recording studio

Get that can the man motherfucker wanna talk shit on the mic
Get the trash-talker ready on the mic

Well do this for me, would you?
Can you do this one favor for me?

Next time you get the notion to talk some shit about an Outlaw nigga
If you ever feel like talking badly about an Outlaw,

Or a nigga from the west side the best side, call me
Do me a favor and call me

Call me nigga, reach out and touch a nigga, cause uh
Contact me, my friend, and express your thoughts to me

If you don't do that and I hear one of you niggas sayin somethin on a record, ha
If you don't do that and I overhear you talking about Outlaws on a track,

Expect me nigga like you expect Jesus to come back
Wait for me like you wait for the second coming of Christ

Expect me nigga, I'm comin'
Expect me, I'm coming

Ah, from the pressure, yeah
My response will be due to the mounting expectation

You know how we do this Quik, Outlaws, untouchable
Quik, Outlaws, and I go way back, and we're untouchable

After the fire comes the rain, after the pleasure there's pain
Things are great one moment and terrible another

Even though we broke for the moment we'll be balling again
Although we are currently struggling financially, we'll be successful soon

Time to make y'all, my military be prepared for the busters similar to
Let's prepare to face those who want to harm us, my soldiers

Bitches too scary, get to near me we rush 'em
Those who are afraid to face us head-on, we will attack

Visions of over packed prisons, millions of niggas thug living
I see crowded prisons filled with people living the thug life

Pressure's, three strikes I hope they don't test us
The pressure is on, I hope they don't provoke us

So pull the heat out, ammunition in crates (shh)
Retrieve your weapons, and keep ammo at the ready

Move without a sound as we slide down pistols in place
Move silently with our weapons at the ready

I'm sensing niggas is defenseless I'm hitting fences then getting ghost
I sense that my opponents are weak, I'll break them down and disappear

Who can prevent me shooting senseless at these nigga's throats?
Can anyone stop me from senselessly shooting these people in the neck?

Only wish to breed, I explode into a million seeds
I wish to leave a legacy behind, and become a father to many

Y'all remember me legendary live eternally
You will remember me forever as a legend

Bury me in pieces cause they fear reincarnation
They'll bury me in pieces because they fear my return in the next life

Niggas screamin' peace cause they fear when my squad face 'em
People are trying to make peace with me because they fear facing my crew

Take 'em to places face to face then erase 'em, and break 'em
We'll take them face to face and then eliminate and destroy them

Murder motherfuckers that are waitin' to quicken the pace
Murder those who are eager to speed up their own demise

Bitch made niggas and that bullshit you going through
Weak people and the nonsense they go through

Outlaws busting while we rushing
We'll fight back as Outlaws when we're being attacked

We untouchable
We're invincible

Fuck you niggas and that bullshit you going through
Screw you all and the troubles you're facing

We Outlawz rushing you busting you
We'll rush and attack you as Outlaws

Aiyyo we won't stop, I let the '44 pop
We won't quit, I'll fire my gun

Tanqueray and Alize' make niggas get shot
Drinking heavily leads to people getting shot

I'm smokin on some kush baby, you know it's all Gravy
I'm smoking marijuana, and it's all good

Calicos, AK's, nigga's yellin' mayday
These deadly weapons are being fired, people are shouting distress signals

Payday, soon as the red dots connect
We'll get paid once our targets are hit

Off that haze and that 'dro, that Cali sticky icky
We're high on marijuana, the potent Californian strain

Strictly 2-1-3, 8-1-8, 3-2-3
We represent the area codes 213, 818, and 323

3-1-0, we Outlawz, baby
We also represent area code 310, we're Outlaws, baby

I'm surrounded by thugs, slugs with crystals and pistols, callin'
I'm surrounded by criminals with guns, drugs, and money

Copy murderers that be softer than tissues
Imitate those who murder, but are weak and cowardly

Got my persona soldier dedicated to the fuckin drama
I have soldiers who are committed to the violence and the conflict

My foes retreat like pros when they post my pros
My opponents back down like professionals when they hear my rhymes

Mashin' like piranahs or a pack of pitts
We're aggressive and attacking like piranhas or pitbulls

Bodies get wasted, paper chasin', tryna stack a brick
People die as we chase money and attempt to build wealth

Dear mama, I'm touched for lots of lethal clutch, clingin' for a life which ain't much
Dear mother, I'm at risk of dying and holding onto my life, even though it's not much

And a lust for these guns to bust
I crave to fire these guns

Ain't no trust for these herbs tryna wet ya, keep my burner on the dresser
I don't trust those who want to kill us, so I keep my gun nearby

Wake up bustin' in the mornin' from the pressure
I wake up ready to shoot from the pressure of my situation

I never had a chance to be a buster, I was raised hard
I never had the chance to be weak, my upbringing was tough

With the only shed of tattooed tears out near the graveyard
I only express sadness through a tattoo of a tear drop on my face, near the graveyard

I rep my Outlaws deeply
I have immense loyalty to my Outlaw crew

Done seen too many real players fall to let the industry cheat me
I've witnessed too many talented individuals fall victim to the industry's dishonesty

Only behind the scenes do they see me as 2Pac the don
Only behind the scenes do they recognize me as 2Pac the boss

And this bitch with 2 Glocks, I'm wrong
And this woman with two guns, I'm a problem

The homie still gon' roll and standin' with your biggest G
My friend will still be rolling, even when standing next to your most impressive gangster

You still gon' fold, I can guarantee you a lost
You'll still end up surrendering, and I am certain you'll lose

The homie 'Pac told me "I can guarantee you a boss"
My friend Tupac said he could guarantee my success as a boss

And it was in for a brief minute, far as my life
I had a short time to enjoy that success in my life

Since he disappeared, I still ain't found peace in it
Since he disappeared, I haven't found peace about it

But still strugglin like Mumia Abu, it was 'bout to end truly I knew
Still struggling like Mumia Abu Jamal, I knew things were about to end badly

Named my daughter Assadah, for that alone, make 'em more than a rider
I named my daughter Assadah, so that she'll be known for more than just being part of our crew

Got every homie trigger finger under the set
All of our crew members have their fingers on the trigger, prepared to take action

Dope but guaranteed now my 1 on 1 will connect
I am confident that I will succeed in a one-on-one situation

Outlawz! We untouchable!
Outlawz! We are invincible!