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Clipse f Lee Harvey, Nako

You Can`t Touch Me

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[Intro - Malice]Clip niggazIt`s not a game, Star TrakIt`s like that, what, check itYo, yo, yo[Verse 1 - Malice]It`s the final curtain, we black mask and black turbansLightin` up the sky in a black surburbanWe on the late night streetsweep, hit at least threeThe price you pay and it ain`t cheap, make his frame leakWhen we speak our dialogue consist of flame heatCock the brick, flipped it twice and all in the same weekFlee the sirens, hit the highlands, or the islandsAll up in the loft with some chick from Thailand`Cause you ain`t lived `til you empty clips, whip the cycloneWin up chips for one crib in each time zoneParted us for the sea floors and started street warsBet a detour from this block and try and keep yours`Cause if down here, we play not, niggaz get gotSendin` two through his red drop, make his post stopHow we roll is wit` no smiles, shit get so foulThen we sit four to fifty split `round table style[Chorus x2]You can`t touch me, I got scuds, love, wit` no lensCliques with wrists for buildin` pyramidsThe beginnin` is my end, nigga, fuck friendsBills, hundreds, thousands, what`s tens[Verse 2 - Lee Harvey]Nigga, we comin` for yaFour deep in the ExplorerPoetic torture, enchanted tails of horrorFuck what they taught ya, my torture scorches all sorts ofIndividuals with chambers Hannibal thought ofWhich nigga careful enough to stick meThey treat me like eggs, they scared to get meToo shook to get wit` meTo get me, mission`s impossible, I got an arsenalOf glocks for any obstacle that you can imagine possibleNickle flow, kill slow, like carbon moeNoxide, tear your block high, burn his toxideWe`re like the jocks side, Clipse, Virginia niggazWe live for figures, wig killas, who injure criticsWhat ya`ll wanna do nowGot two glocks, that`s bustin` too loudNigga play with no silencersKnown to move crowds, verbal liquidStick wit`, them who you live wit``Cause this is too explicit for you bitch-es[Chorus x1][Verse 3 - Nako]Gray race coupe, being chased by state troopsFour blockin` and escape routes, firm grip knowing he`s Jake ShoopCheck the rear view, A.J`s tailgatin` and V-shapedHandcuff the briefcase, whip`s stolen, plus it need platesStole the coke out, exchange shots, windows broke outAll or nothing, two guns, both of them smoked outTire blow out, slice spins `til it don`t endOn length of one side, sparks fly ridin` on rimsHigh adrenaline, accidents of surrendin`A quick desperate attempt, sixteen, sendin` the windFlee on foot now, german shepards trackin` my stepsHelicopter overhead, I look up, slappin` my chestShow I lack respect, runnin` hard through crowded streetsWe have you surrounded special agents shot at the freezeFuck nah, I`ma die like Christ, inside my fateTry my best to empty both clips, sayin` goodbyes with hate[Chorus x2][Verse 4 - Pusha T]Yo, yo, ee travel, wit` drugs in the dashboardAnd flee from the task forceQuick hollerin` `bout your onesYou got guns, nigga blast yoursSpace is no remorse, mine clutter wit` thoughtsYoung`ns out like I-95`s, they only costCaught up in the fame comes along with the street gameDon`t forget about them head hunters, head hunting your name`Cause they seen and heard how niggaz flyin` chicks handHalf-black, half-Hawaiian, believe my dick`s inDo what they lust for the dough, it`s sickenin`Mr. Charles to these bitchesSo my dogs play Dancer, Prancer and VixenThese cheap coke niggaz got me actin` irateEnough bake on they blow to fuckin, spark a debateTurn violent, eternal silence equals they fate`Cause they tried to get over, those niggaz stepped on my weightNow it`s time for slug love, thug love too physicalI need to ensure everybody`s condition`s criticalTerror no mask is up, your family tie is strongWe`ll, make `em say your name three times, then blast onComradery, second to none like magnetsReact first, think last, lay you in casketsAt any point we fallen offGot you hustlers screamin`, call `em offWe runnin` through your town, in prescowns, dripped over sawed offsDrug habits, opposite end, we full of sinkCompare ones, pull guns, to separate mice from men[Chorus x2]

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