You Can’t Touch Me Clipse (Ft. Lee Harvey & Nako)

[Intro - Malice]
Clip niggas
It's not a game, Star Trak
It's like that, what, check it
Yo, yo, yo

[Verse 1 - Malice]
It's the final curtain, we black masks and black turbans
Lightin' up the sky in a black Suburban
We on the late night streetsweep, hit at least three
The price you pay and it ain't cheap, make his frame leak
When we speak, our dialogue consist of flame heat
Cop the brick, flipped it twice and all in the same week
Flee the sirens, hit the highlands, or the islands
All up in the loft with some chick from Thailand
Cause you ain't lived 'til you empty clips, whip the Syclone
With enough chips for one crib in each time zone
Parted us for the C4s and started street wars
Bet a detour from this block and try and keep yours
Cause if down here, we play not, niggas get got
Sendin' two through his red drop, make his pulse stop
How we roll is wit' no smiles, shit get so foul
Then we sit 40/50 split, round table style

[Hook x2]
You can't touch me, I got scuds, love, wit' no lens
Clipse with bricks for buildin' pyramids
The beginnin' is my end, nigga, fuck friends
Bills, hundreds, thousands, what's tens