Yeah, this is uh, an ungrateful funk, you know what I'm saying, yeah This is for all the players and the playettes, wherever you at, you dig I'm talking about from this side, that side, east side, west side, your side, my side It's all about being funky, man Hey yo, give me that microphone, it's heavy D to baritone And I'm home alone, dig it And I'm always staying fresh, lit dip, going two-fifth Where the dogs bark and the dreadlocks bizz, barking spliffs Okay, okay, okay, okay, it's heavy D again, hallelujah I'm on your TV screen again, you see me on your MTV and on your BET And on your local focal point video show, nigga, that's how it flows, so I like an eagle, no secret, no weeple, I get love from all the fucks Cause I'ma steal my people, I'm dynamic, punks panic when they see me They get all shook up when my mic's hooked up, let's get it on Untouchables at your door So all you wack rappers hit the floor Untouchables at your door So all you wack rappers hit the floor I sure I plead for whoever thuggin' on the quest to get G's Runnin' from enemies ever since the days of the C I'm under pressure, the stressor had me drinkin', thinkin' niggas after me Much too paranoid to blink, wonder why the police don't wanna see me stackin' G's They after a plate, but I won't let them capture me I gotta thank the Lord for the weed and the nicotine I can't sleep, close my eyes and see wicked things I keep my pistol by my bedside One in the chamber, preoccupied with homicide My life's in danger, rollin' down the 45 Beware strangers, hand on my 45, that's what the fame does I'm probably wrong, but I'll never know until I'm gone From out the gutter where the jealous motherfuckers roam Past the weed, let that Hennessy get to me Before the penitentiary, let's get it on Untouchables at your door So all you wack rappers hit the floor Untouchables at your door So all you wack rappers hit the floor I thought you knew I stayed true to this rhyme thing I do I have all the honey sayin' go cook I flip a style from the projects built in 70 A part in 6C, I turn food stamps to green stamps, and we're a powerhouse And so we done the corner lamp But now I'm 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 don't trouble we Because they fall victim to what they see, hey I keep it real and real, like my last album's title song But I understand it takes a year for niggas to catch on Hit em in the head, go So let's get it on Split the Dutchies, fill it with the skunk About to get wicked in the grunt Notorious and glorious Niggas know who's the mind blower, the weed grower Have you seen doubles like Noah, the rhyme flower, B.I.G. Top box with the Glock, check your pockets and your sockets Just the way my pops taught me, when you throw the drop, check em thoroughly The *** might spin around and try to bury me And dead niggas don't make no moves When I'm slingin' in the hood, I don't fake no moves, aight Reminiscing on my swinger days When I drove a Caddy and my bitch sported finger waves Yeah, she had the Gucci boots, I had Tsuruchi suits Oshkosh, Bogosh, Coca-Cola lookin' real cute Junior Mafia representin' Bucktown Macklethorne, Cockback, niggas better duck down Face down, you know the routine, the green earrings You know the drama Biggie bring, let's get it on Untouchables at your door Before you white rappers hit the floor Untouchables at your door Before you white rappers hit the floor You need to know that You need to know that You need to know that You need to know that