(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]