Released on October 18, 1994

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[Intro: Heavy D]

Yeah, this is, uh, ha, an untouchable funk

You know what I'm sayin'?

This is for all the players and playettes

Wherever you at, you dig?

I'm talkin' about from this side to that side

East side, west side, your side, my side

It's all about being funky, man, haha


[Verse 1: Heavy D]

Ayo, give me that microphone

It's Heavy D, the baritone and I'm home alone

Dig it, and I'm always stayin' freshly dipped on 125th

Where the dogs bark and the dreadlock be sparkin' spliff

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, 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

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


[Chorus: Eddie F]

Untouchables at your door (Let's get it on)

All you wack rappers hit the floor

Untouchables at your door (Let's get it on)

All you wack rappers hit the floor


[Verse 2: 2Pac]

How shall I plead? Forever thuggin' on a quest to get G's

Running from enemies ever since the days of a seed

I'm under pressure, the stress will have 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 player but I won't let 'em 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 405, beware of 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

Pass the weed, let that Hennessy get to me

Before the penitentiary, let's get it on


[Chorus: Eddie F]

Untouchables at your door (Let's get it on)

All you wack rappers hit the floor (Yeah)

Untouchables at your door (Let's get it on)

All you wack rappers hit the floor


[Verse 3: Grand Puba]

I thought you knew I stay true to this rhyme thing I do

I have all the honey's 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 I'm just microphone talking

So when you see my ass have my cash or just keep walking

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 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, dawg, so let's get it on, yeah


[Interlude: The Notorious B.I.G.]

Split the dutchies, fill it with the skunk

We about to get wicked in the joint, uh

Notorious is glorious (Uh)


[Verse 4: The Notorious B.I.G.]

Niggas know who's the mind-blower, the weed grower

Have you seeing doubles like Noah (Uh)

The rhyme flower B.I.G

Top-notch with the Glock, check your pockets and your sockets (Uh, yeah)

It's 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 don't make no moves

When I'm slinging in the hood, I don't fake no moves, aight?

Reminiscing on my swinger days (Uh-huh)

When I drove a Caddy and my bitch sported finger waves (Oh)

Yeah, she had the Gucci boots, I had Carducci suits

Oshkosh-begosh, Coca-Cola, lookin' real cute

Junior M.A.F.I.A. representing Bucktown

MAC-11 cocked back, niggas better duck down (Uh, yeah)

Face down, you know the routine, the cream

Earrings, you know the drama Biggie bring, let's get it on


[Chorus: Eddie F]

Untouchables at your door (Let's get it on)

All you whack rappers hit the floor

Untouchables at your door (Let's get it on)

All you whack rappers hit the floor