Текст песни: DMX - Untouchable (Feat. Sheek, Syleena Johnson, Infa-Red, Cross, & Drag-On)

(feat. Sheek, Syleena Johnson, Infa-Red, Drag-On)

[DMX]
Uhh (huh) yeah, it is what it is
Yahmean? 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
Were untouchable
Everyday the sunll shine
Took this dream and made it mine
Im gettin down one thing that I know (WHAT!)
Were untouchable

[DMX]
We built this Double R thing from the ground up
Another principle of when its beef, niggaz round up
Gettin down like what nigga, YO!
Thats all it takes and its like, HERE WE GO!
Thorough type niggaz that control the streets
Rollin deep, holdin heat, dont even think about sleep
When we creep, niggaz goin down for the count
It aint sweet, fuck around and knock money out
Cmon fella, you dont 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 cant fuck with my army
My niggaz is untouchable, eatin niggaz like Lunchable
.45 be crushin you when the bullets be touchin you
Paul bearersll carry you
to the cemetary where your momma gon bury you
Black suit be fittin you nigga, I got hood degrees
Plus Im street like powder, milk, and government cheese
If you a runnin man nigga, then Ima shoot up your knees
Then its 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, Im untouchable

[Chorus]

[Infa-Red]
Lyrically Im, untouchable..
Infa-Red nigga, lets 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-Reds 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
Dont 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 Im supposed to
When you go in the precinct, thats 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
Im 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 dont mean cause I gained weight in the hood (nah)
My aim is good, aiyyo X what they want it to be here?
Our hammers cocked, outside of the house on the lawn chair
Yeah nigga what? The new rap LeBrons here
Get em dog, we the new Americas nightmare
And we dont say much, we just get it on
Thats why we dont get touched, yall like a dutch
Hands all on you, Im tryna warn you
to stay in your place, so you dont get laced
And them pretty ass shades, can stay on your face

[Chorus]

[Drag-On]
Uhh, uhh, uhh, cmon!
You motherfuckers got me back on my grizzly, Im back on the grind
Im back to the streets, catch a beef, come back with the nine
Ill murder ya man, come back with his shines
I tote two guns, I dont care if you box, I dont care if you blind
I spit in your eye like niggaz is eatin, Im 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
Im 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 couldnt 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]

Все песни DMX:

A Minute for Your Son
A Minute For Your Son
Ain`t No Way
ATF
Bloodline Anthem
Bring The Noize
Catz Don`t Know
Damien III
Dog (Intro)
Dogs Out
Get it on the floor
Get It On The Floor (Feat. Swizz Beatz)
I Miss You
It`s All Good
More 2 a Song
My Life (Feat. Chinky)
Number 11
On Top (Feat. Big Stan)
Party up
Party Up (Up in Here)
School Street
Shorty Was da Bomb
Shot Down (Feat. 50 Cent & Styles P)
Sometimes
Thank You (Feat. Patti Labelle)
The Prayer IV
The Prayer V
The Rain
Trina Moe
Untouchable (Feat. Sheek, Syleena Johnson, Infa-Red, Cross, & Drag-On)
We Bout to Blow (Feat. Big Stan)
We Right Here
Where The Hood At?
Who We Be
X Gon Give It To Ya 
X gonna give it to ya
You Could Be Blind