![Untouchable Remix by Dj SeanOriginal Song by Dmx feat. Sheek, Syleena Johnson, Infa-Red, Drag-On------------------------------------DMX]Uhh (huh) yeah, it is what it isYah'mean? We untouchable baby[Chorus: Syleena Johnson]I keep my song in my soulBlessed my heart and made it goTops of our heads to tips of our toesWe're untouchableEveryday the sun'll shineTook this dream and made it mineI'm gettin down one thing that I know (WHAT!)We're untouchable[DMX]We built this Double R thing from the ground upAnother principle of when it's beef, niggaz round upGettin down like what nigga, YO!That's all it takes and it's like, HERE WE GO!Thorough type niggaz that control the streetsRollin deep, holdin heat, don't even think about sleepWhen we creep, niggaz goin down for the countIt ain't sweet, fuck around and knock money outC'mon fella, you don't want the dog with the campNot Old Yeller, pitbull and dog is the champYou know better, think about crossin the lineHit your sweater, with about ten from the .9Double R and we get down for life!Let a nigga KNOW we can go down tonightFrom the tops of our heads, the tips of our toesWHAAAAT! We untouchable, AIGHT?Yea, WHAT![Chorus][Cross]Yea, yeah, YEAH! Be strong..I represent the have and the have-notsAll the niggaz with the weed spotsAnd all my niggaz on them cell blocksWe gon' R-U-double-F R-Y-D-EYou can't fuck with my armyMy niggaz is untouchable, eatin niggaz like Lunchable.45 be crushin you when the bullets be touchin youPaul bearers'll carry youto the cemetary where your momma gon' bury youBlack suit be fittin you nigga, I got hood degreesPlus I'm street like powder milk, and government cheeseIf you a runnin man nigga, then I'ma shoot up your kneesThen it's me against the world, man against machineS.D.T.S. - stick to my routineMy knuckle game impeccable, crack game incredibleLawyers for my niggaz who be sittin in the FederalNigga, I'm untouchable[Chorus][Infa-Red]Lyrically I'm, untouchable..Infa-Red nigga, let's go..All I know is 365 days of painMy name, how to sell cocaineAnd I was taught to buy guns so big when I go to the roofI can aim and shoot down a planeInfa-Red's my name but fuck all thatFall back and witness how the streets made me the grimiest nigga aliveI sell you a fake pie, shoot out your fake eyeGive niggaz a break, nah; I gotta chase mineDon't wear your watch around me nigga I take timeLike niggaz that them blue tried to likeI turn men to mice, canary yellow my iceAnd Ruff Ryde on anybody, to be preciseBut I handle my business like I'm supposed toWhen you go in the precinct, that's the only time you see my posterBut I could post up and get rid of my piecesOut in Cali sellin rocks the size of Domino pizzasI'm untouchable, nigga[Chorus][Sheek]Double R.. whoo! All day..Yo, aiyyo X let me get 'em daddy - yo, yo, yoU-N-T-O-U-C-H, A-B-L-E-SSheek the new Elliott Ness (no doubt)Nigga, Bloodline, D-Block; two of the bestHang the Double R chain from the side of the carDrive by and put your brains on the side of the barSheek 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 chairYeah nigga what? The new rap LeBron's hereGet 'em dog, we the new America's nightmareAnd we don't say much, we just get it onThat's why we don't get touched, y'all like a dutchHands all on you, I'm tryna warn youto stay in your place, so you don't get lacedAnd 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 grindI'm back to the streets, catch beef, come back with the nineI'll murder ya man, come back with his shinesI tote two guns, I don't care if you box, I don't care if you blindI spit in your eye like niggaz is eatin, I'm splittin the piesFrank Nitty your rap, how gritty am I? The city is mineYeah, you get in my way I pity your momsYeah, my block is real, my niggaz is armedMy borough is thorough, we bang with each otherI'm switchin my diamonds and changin the colorwith change of weather, canary in the sun, uhhI 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 uncrushableGuns is fingerprint-proof, we](http://img.youtube.com/vi/SmXtI0nqv-0/2.jpg)
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