DMX Lyrics
DMX Lyrics
"Untouchable Lyrics"
MacKenzie's Reel Lyrics
Instru
Instru
(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, AIGH
Carry On Lyrics
Trusting is one thing I don't know When it comes to the campaigning men But I'll meet you at the election When I vote for the hope of this land Carry on Carry on Just take a good look around you The ghettos begin at your feet And there's a family of six through a window Looking way down at you on the street Carry on Carry on Send us in any direction Airports, buses and cabs But somehow through all this confusion We lose things that we've never had Carry on Carry on A funeral was held in the winter The ol
T?Trusting is one thing I don't know When it comes to the campaigning men But I'll meet you at the election When I vote for the hope of this land Carry on Carry on Just take a good look around you The ghettos begin at your feet And there's a family of six through a window Looking way down at you on the street Carry on Carry on Send us in any direction Airports, buses and cabs But somehow through all this confusion We lose things that we've never had Carry on Carry on A funeral was held in the winter The ol
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 ma
STREETS OF LITTLE ITALY Lyrics
(Robbie Seidman) Producer for Bonnie: Desmond Child The narrow and the winding ways The streets of old New York The families, the street life, the spark The rooftop where we watched San Gennaro's festival Masquerades in the dark... On the streets down in little Italy Where the past goes on and on forever And I feel it ever present In every step I take alone On the streets down in little Italy The oceans and the years That separate our lives From these streets we once called our home Those distances of space and time How strong the
de me the grimiest nigga alive(Robbie Seidman) Producer for Bonnie: Desmond Child The narrow and the winding ways The streets of old New York The families, the street life, the spark The rooftop where we watched San Gennaro's festival Masquerades in the dark... On the streets down in little Italy Where the past goes on and on forever And I feel it ever present In every step I take alone On the streets down in little Italy The oceans and the years That separate our lives From these streets we once called our home Those distances of space and time How strong the
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
DO THE WALLS COME DOWN Lyrics
(Carly Simon/Paul Samwell-Smith) Do the walls come down When you think of me Do your eyes grow dim Do the walls come down When you think of me Do you let me in Nothing like a rainy night To set your heart rememberin' Nothing like a vivid dream To take you back again When you think of me Do your eyes grow dim Do the walls come down When you think of me Do you let me in Something in my pocket That was written years ago In faded ink says, 'You are my fire' Do you think so... Is it easier for you to say Y
And we don't say much, we just get it on(Carly Simon/Paul Samwell-Smith) Do the walls come down When you think of me Do your eyes grow dim Do the walls come down When you think of me Do you let me in Nothing like a rainy night To set your heart rememberin' Nothing like a vivid dream To take you back again When you think of me Do your eyes grow dim Do the walls come down When you think of me Do you let me in Something in my pocket That was written years ago In faded ink says, 'You are my fire' Do you think so... Is it easier for you to say Y
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]