Dj Kayslay
Dj Kayslay - The Untouchables songtekst
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(feat. AZ, Prodigy, Raekwon) [Intro: Raekwon & Prodigy] [Rae] You know how it go. You know how it go [Pro] Uh-huh, uh-huh [Rae] There's many out there Many duplicate faggots [Pro] Check this shit, son [Rae] No question. You know how it go, son Ice Water, Ice Water [Verse 1: Prodigy] Infinite, check it out In-stoppable, in-touchable, you couldn't flex on me if you was right next to me and you wanted to (c'mon) I take you fuckin' bullies - let's do this P is deadly, he's just like his music Come through like the Taliban unit Catch me by myself, I'm only sayin' bullshit I don't switch up, I won't change You gonn' have to catch my body to sell my brain An' that's simply the truth Niggaz wanna flip on me, we makin' the news And hopefully, I'll be makin' it home But if not, it really makes me no dickens, it's whatever, yo Fear's not an option, Min(?)'s childish Squeeze your gun, just make sure I'm finished My style is Porsches and XL trucks But my presence alone'll make the good girls fuck I see they wanna rhyme just like P They wanna copy off me, bite my jury Used to scream on they song Now they rhyme calm Takin' pieces of my verse like I gave Y'all, they wanna be, just like the Mobb They wanna observe us, bite our style of dress Bite our style of rap. I see all of that [echoes] [Verse 2: Raekwon] Aiyyo, aiyyo Shoebox with nothin' but bread The lead fly out the magnet Dragged it by his brain and his leg Where I'm from, niggaz is dead But only bury light niggaz, some that take get outta dead I live like a champ, gun king, thumb ring The joint that Kobe gave his girl, that's my son, bling Sooner or later it's war How many good niggaz die? That's the meaning of New York A powerful armour, ration it, all this is tailor made stuff That's me fuckin' with crackers Chef got a iller mood, real deal dude A hundred bar marksman, shoot up the booth and move What you wann' do, lose? I bet all my niggaz right now be stealin' ya food We come from where the babies get blessed, yes This my proposal : come and buy haircut's fresh I see they wanna rhyme just like Rae They wanna cop me all day, watch me in the Mae Flyin' on my way to the bank Yellin' "Goodness gracious, the hood won't even say thanks" But I got a trick for niggaz 'Cause when these heads get up, it's no friends, just business Problem? Meet me in the yard The Ice Water clique with a hundred bars, let's get involved [Verse 3: AZ] Two-three, I'm back out with big Kay Slay New place here, muh'fuckers screw up his face You wanna hate? I'm alive, nigga, grew to embrace all the tribes and tribulations, only few do escape Been through the chase, the incriminatin', the case No feel, the cold steel still the weight in my waist One of the great, eighty-eight, young with cake Duffel bag full of hustle, cash, gun in the safe Some would relate, others wanted rap replaced The nigga's style is how they know me now, but nothin' is play Involved in violence heavily, indirect In car low, with it tinted up, in our reps Been large before niggaz had to guard they chest Before them boys in L.A. put The God to rest B.I.G.! Get money, or starve to death (Yep) Got killers among me, dodgin' the rest Got my (?) in the hood, disregardin' the press No disrespect, I'm a brother so pardon my (?) Blood blower, rep for my boy to follower She the thrower, the whole jail house roust, they all know her More soldiers, it's a war in the game Some niggaz crossed over, nothin' really more to explain and niggaz can't be like me, I'm A.Z I move inconspicously, I'm on point and beefin' ain't a part of my style I'm a boss, player, mastered the art of morale Man of respect, this war when I handle the check But behind jail walls I'm like Hannibal Lec' Motherfuckers