Touched Wit It

(专辑： When The Smoke Clears... Sixty 6 Sixty 1 - 2000)

[Serv-on:]
Boyyyy, I think this is the second time you passed up this sign
Boy you going the wrong way, son

[Fiend:]
Slow ya role, slow ya role, ya know what I'm saying?
Look, we about to go I 255, yeah straight up to Memphis ya show
See what I'm saying, Paul said he gone meet us by Wal-Greens
We 'bout to go head on and break this bread, ya heard? Aight
What you gone do?

Bitch, you can picture the pain, I rip you in vain
While the young soldiers whisper my name
I'm dealing the caine, sipping on crown, smoking that Jane
Open the brain, let that shot inject, you think that I'm playing
Don't make me get at your kin fo those that can't
Either you die slow, ride slow, cause Fiend about to show
How not only God knows, these niggas high, my squad broke
So we ain't tripping putting knives to throats
Buckin the clip at the 5and 0, allow smoke
Dosha go straight to my lungs I see whomp whomp whomp whomp
In ya streets Chopper intro now peep this
Got wit you F-I-E-N-D and Three-6
Talk it like I bring I feel you need this, deep shit
Sleep wit them fishes, eat wit them bitches, it's all on you
Like that lil nigga B.G. CD volume 2
I throw hallows threw, what you use to swallow and chew
'Bout what ya gone do?

[Lord Infamous:]
Infamous I'm leavin brain dust
I'll indanger you lamers like strangers
I'm in this bitch, pimp stick, clothes hangers
I'm out the frame, on a lame, like a Banger
I either put you in a cross, or I pull the Moss
I'm runnin threw so logs, trying to blow ya leg off
I put some shit up in the line that'll blow ya mind
It's like some Colt 45, does it every time, nigga get my rhymes

[Fiend:]
If I pull my pistol I'm a bust wit it
Never see me holdin it and go fuss wit it
You gone be a big pussy gettin fucked wit it
Foever tucked wit it, cause you done got touched wit it
If I pull my pistol I'm a bust wit it
Never see me holdin it and go fuss wit it
You gone be a big pussy gettin fucked wit it
Foever tucked wit it, cause you done got touched wit it

[Serv-on:]
Act like you know me when I say I'm head thug on your block
Hold ya breath when I spray paint my name on yo spot
Tell your self you ain't scared when I run in your shit
I ain't bout no games woady its your life or yo bitch
Apologize when I pass by bootin my grill
3rd World I represent it Blood City fo real
Forget yo know me when I pistol whip you and yo click
No limit riders, Tre 6, yall ain't runnin like this

[DJ Paul:]
Now whats the fuck the use of holdin a gun and playin wit you foes
I'm bout to shut down yo heart thats how the story goes
These boys think cause we some CEO's, we must be some hoes
Its consequences and repercussions fuckin wit pros
These bitches hot cause its hypnotized and no limit
We off the wham but only real niggas all up in it
I tell you what Serv kill the head of yo click
And I bet all them hoes quit talkin shit

[Fiend:]
If I pull my pistol I'm a bust wit it
Never see me holdin it and go fuss wit it
You gone be a big pussy gettin fucked wit it
Foever tucked wit it, cause you done got touched wit it
If I pull my pistol I'm a bust wit it
Never see me holdin it and go fuss wit it
You gone be a big pussy gettin fucked wit it
Foever tucked wit it, cause you done got touched wit it

[Juicy J:]
I never ran up yo a trunk
Blastin on a fuckin punk
Toxicated, high, or drunk
Try and grab the closest pump
Never flodged on how I lived
Fight a nigga over a bitch
Playa I'm just callin pimp
Always keep a cigarette lit
Never walked up in the club
Dissin niggas wit a mug
Always keep my own sack
Never wanted to hit your bud
Independent on you hoes
Makin more than selling dope
If you wanna hate the click
Nigga I make your body froze

[Serv-on:]
Close yo eyes [?]
Mouth full its a south thang thuging like that
You say you know I'm in North Memphis pushin that drill
Tearin clubs up in South Memphis and Smokey City
Say your prayers when I lay that iron clean on yo chest
Don't play no games boy, I'm kinda wild wit that tech
Pretend you death when I scream what city you clame
Fuck around wit me I separate your body from your name

[La Chat:]
Lay down bitch, La Chat and I ain't playing no games
Bucking you hoes, my motto keep my distance from lames
My 45 be on my side and I be ready to ride
We catch you slipin you be missin have you barried alive
My niggas down down we got that anna that you bitches don't won't
Step to me wrong Paul, Juicy, Pat, La Chat be strapped wit them pumps
Now how you figure when you fuck up that we gone let you live
We kill your ass then set a randsome fo your guts that we spill!!!!!

[Fiend:]
If I pull my pistol I'm a bust wit it
Never see me holdin it and go fuss wit it
You gone be a big pussy gettin fucked wit it
Foever tucked wit it, cause you done got touched wit it
If I pull my pistol I'm a bust wit it
Never see me holdin it and go fuss wit it
You gone be a big pussy gettin fucked wit it
Foever tucked wit it, cause you done got touched wit it