Untouchables (Clean) chords by DJ Kay Slay

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Verse 1
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Many duplicate faggots
Verse 2
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Ice Water, Ice Water
Verse 3
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Infinite gangsta shit, check it out
In- stoppable, in- touchable
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You couldn't flex on me
If you was right next to me
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And you wanted to (c'mon)
I take you fuckin' bullets - let's do this
P is deadly, he's just like his music
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Come through like the Taliban unit
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Catch me by my self
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I'm only sayin' bullshit
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I don't switch up, I won't change
You gonn' have to catch my
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Body to sell my brain
An' that's simply the truth
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Niggas wanna flip on me,
we makin' the news
And hopefully, I'll be makin' it home
But if not, it really makes
Me no difference, it's whatever, yo
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Fear's not an option
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Man that shit is childish squeeze your gun
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Just make sure I'm finished
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My style is Porsches and XL trucks
But my presence alone'll make
The good girls fuck
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I see they wanna rhyme
just like P
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They wanna copy off me, bite my jewelry
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Used to scream on they song
Now they rhyme calm
Takin' pieces of my verse like I care
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Y'all, they wanna be,
just like the Mobb
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They wanna observe us
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Bite our style of dress
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Bite our style of rap i
Verse 4
See all of that echoes
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Aiyyo, aiyyo shoebox
with nothin' but bread
The lead fly out the magnet
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Dragged it by his brain and his leg
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Where I'm from, niggas is dead
But only bury light niggas
Some that take get outta dead
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I live like a champ, gun king,
thumb ring
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The joint that Kobe gave his
Girl, that's my son, bling
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Sooner or later it's war
How many good niggas
die? That's
The meaning of New York
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A powerful armour, ration it
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All this is tailor made stuff
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That's me fuckin' with crackers
Chef got a iller mood, real deal dude
A hundred bar marksman
Shoot up the booth and move
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What you wann' do, lose?
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I bet all my niggas right
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Now be stealin' ya food
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We come from where
the babies get blessed
Yes this my proposal: come and
Buy haircut's fresh
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I see they wanna rhyme just
like Rae
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They wanna cop me all day
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Watch me in the Mae
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Flyin' on my way to the bank
Yellin' "Goodness gracious
The hood won't even say thanks"
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But I got a trick for niggas
Cause when these heads get
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Up, it's no friends, just business
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Problem? Meet me in the yard
The Ice Water clique with
a hundred bars
Let's get involved
Verse 5
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Two- three,
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I'm back out with big Kay Slay
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New place here
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Muh'fuckers screw up his face
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You wanna hate? I'm alive, nigga
Grew to embrace
All the tribes and tribulations
Only few do escape
Been through the chase,
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the incriminatin'
The case no feel
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The cold steel still the weight in my waist
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One of the great, eighty- eight
Young with cake
Duffel bag full of hustle, cash
Gun in the safe
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Some would relate,
others wanted rap replaced
The nigga's style
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is how they know me now
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But nothin' is play
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Involved in violence heavily, indirect
In car low, with it tinted up,
in our reps
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Been large before niggas had
To guard they chest
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Before them boys in LA
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put The God to rest
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BIG! Get money, or starve to death (Yep)
Got killers among me, dodgin' the rest
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Got my in the hood,
disregardin' the press
No disrespect,
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I'm a brother so pardon my
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Blood blower,
rep for my boy to follower
She the thrower,
the whole jail house roust
They all know her
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More soldiers, it's a war in the game
Some niggas crossed over
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Nothin' really more to explain
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And niggas can't be like me, I'm AZ
I move inconspicously, I'm on point
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And beefin' ain't a part of my style
I'm a boss, player
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Mastered the art of mor
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ale man of respect
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This war when I handle the check
But behind jail walls I'm
Outro 1
Like Hannibal Lec' motherfuckers!
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