[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