Untouched lyrics

by

J Dilla


[Verse]
b*tch, I been untouched
I'm that same n*gga
And I swear to God I will never change, n*gga
Got that blicky on my hip
It go bang, n*gga
Shoot a n*gga right in his f*cking brain, n*gga
You could feel that [?]
[?]
Everywhere I go, b*tch I got that .40 Glock
Run up on me it's guaranteed that you getting popped
And I thank the lord for my blessings
'Cause rapping is my f*cking weapon
I don't even got to fight, cause I keep the blick
Keep the barrel in his mouth, then I scoop the f*cking trigger
Man, these streets cold, I don't really give a f*ck
That's why I keep my cool and I don't ever duck
And if I catch a n*gga lacking then he out of luck
Throw it in his head then leave his body in the f*cking dump
b*tch I'm still hot
Your girl already know
That's why she on my f*cking c*ck
.44 up in that [?]
n*ggas act so hard until they dumbass get shot
And I'm still on the block, ain't sh*t change
And my big bro just caught a big case
Watch 'em blow, watch them n*ggas get erased
Blow 'em like a candle, put that cake right in they face
Ya don't really know how it be like in them streets
Born in New Haven, but now I'm down south with the heat
Pull up on n*ggas, my n*ggas leave 'em six deep
Thinking, do I want that Benz, or the new Jeep?
b*tch, I feel like Pablo, no Skywalker
And my new shoes, b*tch, I be sky walking
And your main b*tch, man, that b*tch stay calling
I'm the f*cking man, so that b*tch stay talking
b*tch, I'm a f*cking boss
Hell, nah, I ain't gonna f*cking fall
See them cameras and the flashing lights
I got bands, n*gga, f*ck a price
f*cked yo b*tch then passed her to the bro
Said what you smoking, that's that f*cking dro
And I be in it, like, I'm rich low
And b*tches loaf gang so it's f*ck the hoes
See, I'm getting to the f*cking bands
And one day I'ma count [?]
I be calling on the beast, chilling in the sand
With a bad b*tch, yeah, and she gonna hold my hand
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