[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]