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

    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

    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!


    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


    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


    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


    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


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