Can't Get Touched - Havoc

Yeah yeah

Yeah, uh-huh…

Yo, hold the press the gat’ll spit in one second no less

Those that choose to rock a vest we aim

At that non-fuctional organ of yours, your brain

Never clap, low rain so there’s less remain

Make your moms feel better tell her you felt no pain

Her, baby is gone, the rider be long

My name’ll ring bells hear alarms go off

I’m here to remain like a smoker’s cough

When will niggas learn I can’t get touched

Any attempt will cause you to get bucked

Dead ass you’ll be history don’t play those games

As we carry niggas off into they graves

Anything to do with cash I gotta get broke off

And anything less I’ll make my toast go off

Niggas want me contained, set up, framed

But hell what can I say the hood is rough terrain

But my mind is a Range as I whip through the game

Hail snow sleet or rain it won’t phase

So while you on the corner smoked out gettin blazed

I put the drop on 'em with that infrared ray

These cowards keep shiftin cause they can’t adjust

It’s a very big difference between y’all and us

First of all we clean them guns, y’all be lettin 'em rust

Let 'em sit around for years then expect 'em to bust

It’ll +Jam+ in your hand it’ll cost you +Run+

Not too far, just enough of slugs to reach your lungs

You be laid on the floor not too long to come

Or be police while they laughin treatin a broken gun

Why they straight disrespected you, callin you dumb

They don’t give a fuck about a corpse or where you from

Put two and two together, youse an ig’nant nigga

If you had three accountants still couldn’t flip figures

Fuck is on his mind?

This is mighty fine times

When I cop about a month a gat is reachin its prime

We don’t play those games to stay in the shootin range

Holdin shit sideways like it’s helpin yo' aim

C’mon nigga~!

— repeat 4X to fade