DJ KAYSLAY

DJ KAYSLAY - The Untouchables lyrics

rate me

(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

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