| 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, niggas round up |
| Gettin' down like what nigga, YO! |
| That’s all it takes and it’s like, HERE WE GO! |
| Thorough type niggas that control the streets |
| Rollin' deep, holdin' heat, don’t even think about sleep |
| When we creep, niggas 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 pit bull 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! |
| 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 |
| Yeah, yeah, YEAH! Be strong |
| I represent the have and the have-nots |
| All the niggas with the weed spots |
| And all my niggas on them cell blocks |
| We gon' R-U-double-F R-Y-D-E |
| You can’t fuck with my army |
| My niggas is untouchable, eatin' niggas like Lunchable |
| .45 be crushin' you when the bullets be touchin' you |
| Paul bearers’ll carry you |
| To the cemetery 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 niggas who be sittin' in the Federal |
| Nigga, I’m untouchable |
| 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 |
| 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 niggas a break, nah; I gotta chase mine |
| Don’t wear your watch around me nigga I take time |
| Like niggas 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 |
| 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 |
| Double R. whoo! All day. |
| Yo, aiyyo X let me get 'em daddy — yo, yo, yo |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| 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 niggas 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 niggas 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 |
| 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 |