Master P - Can't Touch Us lyrics

[Master P] Soulja Slim (What's happ'n big round) I'm on my way out that Yole I'm gonna meat ya in that Nolia (Umm huhn) But I'm brangin' my homies from the East Coast wit us (It's cool) If it's any problems we got some straight head bustas ya heard me (Ya know, ya know, ya know) Check it out [Chorus 2X: Krazy] My click you don't want beef wit (beef wit) My heat, n***as I sleep wit (sleep wit) Tank Dogg, n***as I creep wit (creep wit) These n***as head bustas f** the feds they can't touch us [Slay Sean] Cars, bracelets, chains we coppin' it all Desperados, you can call Flames, Afficial's my dawgs Ride Jordans, 23's on the truck, screened up Smokin' sticky green, welcome aboard, beam up I'm from Rockaway I used to sit in spots all day Gettin' money, it's funny I'm still the same way Hit chickens take 2 at a time, still pimpin' I'm paralyzed when it comes to these hoes, no feelin's Push cars wit drop ceilin', our money is long No limit is the family yall, the army is strong Once P gives the O-K I'm droppin' the bomb co*kin' the arm, ain't no way of stompin' this storm [Afficial] A look I'm spazzed out Summertime catch me wit the Jag out I got beef wit n***as I pull that mac out A stick up, I dare yall n***as to try I shoot a round that slow yall n***as down like yield signs I'll sell my house & my car before I go broke Play hard, pop fly, & get b**hes to jump rope Why you talkin' bout them bricks you ain't sold no coke I cop a car off the lot, you sendin' car notes My squad likes to drink, so I buy out the bar n***as look hard when we slide thru like credit cards I get high, smack n***as, & take sh** I went to jail for 5 sticks like Double Mint [Chorus] [Afficial (S-Flames)] The bigger the barrol is it's harder to swallow I gotta put you in the creek where the water is shallow Afficial, game over is the law & the motto Put it out for the b**hes & the n***as a follow I'm a soldier, it's different when you dealin' wit me Chrome wheels it feel like you ridin' on ski's Ya feel me n***a I'll kidnap & peel you n***a Now you back to yo crib after I k** you n***a I real wit it, n***as feel it, what's the questions about When n***as minds change up when the weapons is out We pullin' 'em out squeeze it not leavin' you breathin' If you hatin' I ain't mad cause I'm given you reasons [Afficial] These little n***as ain't ballin' right So guess I gotta call the plays out It ain't thuggin' on the hook unless it come out Krazy's mouth An you know we got 'em thinkin' that them boys is ugly We flip sh** up & turn dogs back to puppies [Master P] Find me uptown whodi servin' them vicks I mean millionaire status still runnin' them bricks Homie, Bentley & Hummers you know we bout dat sh** We from the dirty, dirty boy so we ice the wrist I mean 20 on chrome just the law of the whips Find us thuggin' in the projects like blood & crips I mean ME & MY ni**aS WE BE HUSTLIN' TO EAT CAUSE THESE NO LIMIT SOLDIERS WHODI RUNNIN' THESE STREETS [Silkk the Shocker] Even though I'm last to speak, look never last to eat If that's them, I blast the heat Slumped inside when I walk past the jeep You know Silkk does not look havin' that I tell 'em a new n***a in town dawg & I won't half of that You can act up, you know what's the aftermath We done wit your chick, we finished wit her, you can have her back You know it's nothin' bout doubtin' us when ever you see me Wreck the Bentley next day popped up in a Ashton Martini n***as know If I got heat on me, they know that I shot it I ain't gotta tell 'em that I got money, they know that I got it Who you know can flip & get rich off of one sell If they gettin' it, sh** is over now n***a like 112 I do sh** by myself, so n***as they won't tell I gotta couple n***as facin' life sentences That a k** you while they on bail The dope game to the rap game switched the game up From Vyshonne to Silkk The Shocker look switched my name up [Soulja Slim] What you think the streets for got about me sh** I'm the streets & I'm the beat An if you got 7-5 I'm that quarter of ki Come & get it, I'm gonna serv ya somethin' proper, uncut Ain't No limit over here dawg, excuse me back the f** up I smoke camels cause I'm penitentiary, get high of sticky Ever now & then might sip a little henney My dawg Chill just got out & got these n***as spooked Oh scary a** n***as, we don't do the thangs we used to do So be cool cause [Chorus: Krazy] My click you don't want beef wit (beef wit) My heat, n***as I sleep wit (sleep wit) Tank Dogg, n***as I creep wit (creep wit) These n***as head bustas f** the feds they can't touch us My click you don't want beef wit