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DMX - Untouchable lyrics
(feat. Sheek, Syleena Johnson, Infa-Red, Drag-On) [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] |
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