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