Touched Wit It (featuring Mr. Servon, Fiend and La Chat) (Explicit)

Boy, I think this the second time

You done passed up this sign

You goin' the wrong way, man

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 see what

I'm saying?

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, sippin' on crown, smokin' that

JaneOpen 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 seeWhomp, whomp, whomp, whomp

In ya streets

Chopper intro now peep this

Got wit' you

F I E N D and

THREE 6Talk it like

I bring I feel you need this deep shit

Sleep with them fishes, eat with 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?

Infamous I'm leavin' brain dust

I'll in danger you lamers like strangers

I'm in this bitch, pimp stick, clothes hanger

I'm out the frame, on a lame, like a

BangerI either put you in a cross or

I pull the

MossI'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

If I pull my pistol

I'm a bust with it

Never see me holdin' it and go fuss with it

You gone be a big pussy gettin' fucked with it

Forever tucked with it 'cause you done got touched with it

If I pull my pistol

I'm a bust with it

Never see me holdin' it and go fuss with it

You gone be a big pussy gettin' fucked with it

Forever tucked with it 'cause you done got touched with it

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 it's your life or yo bwoaditch

Apologize when

I pass by bootin' my grill3rd

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, y'all ain't runnin' like this

Now what's the fuck the use of holdin' a gun and playin' with you hoes

I'm 'bout to shut down yo' heart that's how the story goes

These boys think 'cause we some

CEO's, we must be some hoes

Its consequences and reprecussions fuckin' with pros

These bitches hot 'cause it's 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

If I pull my pistol

I'm a bust with it

Never see me holdin' it and go fuss with it

You gone be a big pussy gettin' fucked with it

Forever tucked with it 'cause you done got touched with it

If I pull my pistol

I'm a bust with it

Never see me holdin' it and go fuss with it

You gone be a big pussy gettin' fucked with it

Forever tucked with it 'cause you done got touched with it

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 with 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

Close yo' eyes?

Mouth full, it's a south thang thugging 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 with that tech

Pretend you death when

I scream what city you clame

Fuck around with me

I separate your body from your name

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 slippin' you be missin' have you buried alive

My niggas downtown 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

If I pull my pistol

I'm a bust with it

Never see me holdin' it and go fuss with it

You gone be a big pussy gettin' fucked with it

Forever tucked with it 'cause you done got touched with it