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Utwór: Touched Wit It

  • wykonawca: Three 6 Mafia
  • album: When The Smoke Clears Sixty 6 Sixty 1
  • wyświetleń: 883

[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
  [2x's]
    [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 2x's]
    [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]
  

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