[DMX]
Uhh (huh) yeah, it is what it is
Yah`mean? We untouchable baby
[Chorus: Syleena Johnson]
I keep my song in my soul
Blessed my heart and made it go
Tops of our heads to tips of our toes
We`re untouchable
Everyday the sun`ll shine
Took this dream and made it mine
I`m gettin down one thing that I know (WHAT!)
We`re untouchable
[DMX]
We built this Double R thing from the ground up
Another principle of when it`s beef, niggaz round up
Gettin down like what nigga, YO!
That`s all it takes and it`s like, HERE WE GO!
Thorough type niggaz that control the streets
Rollin deep, holdin heat, don`t even think about sleep
When we creep, niggaz goin down for the count
It ain`t sweet, fuck around and knock money out
C`mon fella, you don`t want the dog with the camp
Not Old Yeller, a pitbull and dog is the champ
You know better, think about crossin the line
Hit your sweater, with about ten from the .9
Double R and we get down for life!
Let a nigga KNOW we can go down tonight
From the tops of our heads, the tips of our toes
WHAAAAT! We untouchable, AIGHT?
Yea, WHAT!
[Chorus]
[Cross]
Yea, yeah, YEAH! Be strong..
I represent the have and the have-nots
All the niggaz with the weed spots
And all my niggaz on them cell blocks
We gon` R-U-double-F R-Y-D-E
You can`t fuck with my army
My niggaz is untouchable, eatin niggaz like Lunchable
.45 be crushin you when the bullets be touchin you
Paul bearers`ll carry you
to the cemetary where your momma gon` bury you
Black suit be fittin you nigga, I got hood degrees
Plus I`m street like powder, milk, and government cheese
If you a runnin man nigga, then I`ma shoot up your knees
Then it`s me against the world, man against machine
S.D.T.S. - stick to my routine
My knuckle game impeccable, crack game incredible
Lawyers for my niggaz who be sittin in the Federal
Nigga, I`m untouchable
[Chorus]
[Infa-Red]
Lyrically I`m, untouchable..
Infa-Red nigga, let`s go..
All I can know is 365 days of pain
My name, how to sell cocaine
And I was taught to buy guns so big when I go to the roof
I can aim and shoot down a plane
Infa-Red`s my name but fuck all that
Fall back and witness how the streets made me the grimiest nigga alive
I sell you a fake pie, shoot out your fake eye
Give niggaz a break, nah; I gotta chase mine
Don`t wear your watch around me nigga I take time
Like niggaz that them blue tried to like
I turn men to mice, canary yellow my ice
And Ruff Ryde on anybody, to be precise
But I handle my business like I`m supposed to
When you go in the precinct, that`s the only time you see my poster
But I could post up and get rid of my pieces
I own collies sellin rocks the size of Domino pizzas
I`m untouchable, nigga
[Chorus]
[Sheek]
Double R.. whoo! All day..
Yo, aiyyo X let me get `em daddy - yo, yo, yo
U-N-T-O-U-C-H, A-B-L-E-S
Sheek the new Elliott Ness (no doubt)
Nigga, Bloodline, D-Block; two of the best
Hang the Double R chain from the side of the car
Drive by and put your brains on the side of the bar
Sheek heavy in the hood (uh-huh)
And I don`t mean cause I gained weight in the hood (nah)
My aim is good, aiyyo X what they want it to be here?
Our hammer`s cocked, outside of the house on the lawn chair
Yeah nigga what? The new rap LeBron`s here
Get `em dog, we the new America`s nightmare
And we don`t say much, we just get it on
That`s why we don`t get touched, y`all like a dutch
Hands all on you, I`m tryna warn you
to stay in your place, so you don`t get laced
And them pretty ass shades, can stay on your face
[Chorus]
[Drag-On]
Uhh, uhh, uhh, c`mon!
You motherfuckers got me back on my grizzly, I`m back on the grind
I`m back to the streets, catch a beef, come back with the nine
I`ll murder ya man, come back with his shines
I tote two guns, I don`t care if you box, I don`t care if you blind
I spit in your eye like niggaz is eatin, I`m splittin the pies
Frank Nitty your rap, how gritty am I? The city is mine
Yeah, you get in my way I pity your moms
Yeah, my block is real, my niggaz is armed
My borough is thorough, we bang with each other
I`m switchin my diamonds and changin the color
with change of weather, canary in the sun, uhh
I bury ya nigga then bury the gun, X whattup?
Me and you is untouchable (uh-huh)
We both had bricks they couldn`t sniff cause the coke was uncrushable
Guns is fingerprint-proof, we Ryde or Die
You drivin by, we clap at your ride, good-bye
[Chorus]
