text: Yeah, this is, uh, an untouchable funk
  You know what Im sayin?
  This is for all the players and playettes
  Wherever you at, you dig?
  Im talkin about from this side to that side
  East side, west side, your side, my side
  Its all about being funky, man
  Ayo, give me that microphone
  Its Heavy D, the baritone and Im home alone
  Dig it, and Im always stayin freshly dipped on 1-2-5th
  Where the dogs bark and the dreadlock be sparkin spliff
  Okay, okay, okay, okay, its Heavy D again
  Hallelujah, Im on your TV screen again
  You see me on your MTV and on your BET
  And on your local focal point video show
  Nigga, this how it flow so fly like an eagle
  No sequels, no weed, but I get love from all the thugs
  ‘Cause they still my people
  Im dynamic punks panic when they see me
  They get all shook up when my mics hooked up, lets get it on!
  Untouchables at your door 
  All you whack rappers hit the floor
  Untouchables at your door 
  All you whack rappers hit the floor
  How shall I plead? Forever thuggin on a quest to get Gs
  Runnin from enemies ever since the days of a seed
  Im under pressure, the stress will have me drinkin
  Thinkin niggas after me, much too paranoid to blink
  Wonder why the police dont wanna see me stackin Gs
  They after a player, but I wont let em capture me
  I gotta thank the Lord for the weed and the nicotine
  I cant sleep, close my eyes and see wicked things
  I keep my pistol by my bedside, one in the chamber
  Preoccupied with homicide, my lifes in danger
  Rollin down the 405, beware of strangers
  Hand on my 4-5; thats what the fame does
  Im probably wrong, but Ill never know until Im gone
  From out the gutter where the jealous motherfuckers roam
  Pass the weed let that Hennessey get to me
  Before the penitentiary, lets get it on!
  Untouchables at your door 
  All you whack rappers hit the floor
  Untouchables at your door 
  All you whack rappers hit the floor
  I thought you knew I stay true to this rhyme thing I do
  I have all the honeys saying, Go Pu!
  I flip a style from the projects building 70 apartment 6C
  I turn food stamps to green stamps, rough power amps
  And sold weed under corner lamps
  But now Im just microphone talkin
  So when you see my ass have my cash or just keep walkin
  Niggas got more game than Genesis
  Seen a movie made in LA, now everybody menaces
  But them youth dont trouble we
  Because they fall victim to what they see, hey
  I keeps it Reel To Reel, like my last album title song
  But I understand, it takes a year for niggas to catch on
  Hit em in the head, dog, so lets get it on, yeah
  Split the dutches, fill it with the skunk
  We about to get wicked in the joint, uh
  Notorious is glorious, uh
  Niggas know whos the mind-blower
  The weeds grower, have you seein doubles like Noah
  The rhyme flower B.I.G., top-notch
  With the Glock, check your pockets and your sockets
  Its just the way my pops taught me
  When you throw the drop, check em thoroughly
  The bastard might spin around and try to bury me
  And dead niggas dont make no moves
  When Im slingin in the hood, I dont fake no moves, aight?
  Reminiscin on my swinger days 
  When I drove a Caddy and my bitch sported finger waves
  Yeah, she had the Gucci boots, I had Cerruti suits
  Oshkosh-begosh, Coca-Cola, lookin real cute
  Junior M.A.F.I.A. representin Bucktown
  MAC-11 cocked back, niggas better duck down
  Face down, you know the routine, the cream, earrings
  You know the drama Biggie bring, lets get it on
  Untouchables at your door 
  All you whack rappers hit the floor
  Untouchables at your door 
  All you whack rappers hit the floor