Touched Wit It Lyrics

Touched Wit It lyrics

Album: When The Smoke Clears (2000)

 

 (Feat. Fiend, Mr. Serv-On & La Chat)

 

 

 [Serv-on] 

 Boy,I think this the second time you done passed up this sign 

 you goin'the wrong way main. 

 

 [Fiend] 

 Slow ya role, slow ya role,ya know what im saying? 

 Look,we about to go I 255,[yeah]straight up to Memphis.[ya show] 

 See what im saying, Paul said he gone meet us by Wal-Greens, 

 we 'bout to go head on and break this bread, ya see what I'm saying? 

 What you gone do? 

 

 [Fiend] 

 Bitch,you can picture the pain,I rip you in vain 

 While the young soldiers whisper my name 

 I'm dealing the caine,sippin' on crown, smokin' that Jane 

 Open the brain,let that shit inject, you think that I'm playin' 

 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 our hoes,my stock broke 

 So we ain't trippin' puttin' 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 hanger 

 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, tring 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 

 

 [Chorus:]

 (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 

 

 [Serv-on] 

 Act like you know me when I say Im 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 

 Apollogize when I pass by bootin my grill 

 3rd World I represent it Blood City fo real 

 Foreget yo know me when I pistol whip you and yo click 

 No limit riders, Tre 6, yall aint runnin like this 

 

 [DJ Paul] 

 Now whats the fuck the use of holdin a gun and playin wit you hoes 

 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 reprecusions fuckin wit pros 

 Thiese 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 

 

 [Chorus x2] 

 

 [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 Im just callin pimp 

 Always keep a cigarette lit 

 Never walked up in the club 

 Dissin niggas wit a mug 

 Always keep my owm sack 

 Never wanted to hit your bud 

 Independant 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 Im 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 

 Dont play no games boy, Im kinda wild wit that tech 

 Pretend you death when I scream what city you clame 

 Fuck around wit me I seperate your body from your name 

 

 [La Chat] 

 Lay down bitch ,La Chat and I ain't playing no games 

 bucking you hoes,my mado 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 downdown we got that anna that you bitches dont 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!!!!! 

 

 [Chorus]