Gotta Touch 'Em ((Pt. 2))

歌詞

**DJ Paul and Crunchy Black Talking** (Chorus) Psycho in da (3x) Cut with the mask and the pistol grip I gotta' touch'em (4x) (Lord Infamous) This shit is begining to come into focus But no one can figure out Infamous murderous of psychosis Trippin' I'm runnin' the darkness I'm loadin' barettas I'm jackin' yo' hoe shit A posse of satanic mothers we comin' to smuggle And leave them in puddles of plasma I'm comin' for stashes for cash The blast until everyone in here passed out My fellow man you cannot comprehend strength of the devil military killers Execution to death you will send us no harmony Now enter your head through the pillow The Tre-six niggah comin' to injure you at nightfall Give it up or this desert eagle shall make them fall up on you all (Come on mayn, you finna give me them ?? niggah) Naw bitch... (Aww dog ???) Naw bitch... (A couple of hundred mayn just a couple of hundred mayn a couple hundred) Check it out my nig I'm gonna kill you anyway you won't need none of that shit Ran through the backyard jumped the gate to the corner of the back street Hopped into the steamer tossed the f**kin' stash behind the seat I'm comin' to rusm'em son, crush'em son, buck my gun I'm gonna reach out and touch someone. (Chorus) (Crunchy Black) I got a problem, money dividends, gotta' solve them The only thing going through my head is murder and rob them I heard they got cash, i gotta touch they ass Quick fast in a hurry get away with a f**kin' dash Every night I sit and think on why these hoes keep playin' wit' me They gonna make me click them clicka click and they don't wanna see my bad side ? they gonna make me transform to another man And make they mother f**kin' ass do the devil dance Crunchy Black bitch, comin' at you hoes easy come easy go Easily we kickin' doors, I gotta' touch'em (Koopsta Knicca) In my f**kin' head I vision blood be red As I chopped off his f**kin' head Left him dead for them bitches A psycho at large Some bitch gone step to this bomber squad I'm harder niggah when I click you will feel like a prey that was predator ???? for them paramedics See wait for the Koopsta scare'em Sk-skinny ?????? in the pimpin' Now waitin' for that armegeddon Bitch (Chorus) (Juicy J) I hooked up with a freak down Niggah's from the M-town Then we started robbin' outta town makin' them lay it down Touchin' crackers wit a 12 gauge to they f**kin' back Stickin' them liqour stores, robbin' banks, plenty car-jacks Snatchin' old ladies purse knockin' niggah's to the dirt My 9 gone make yo body hurt I'm go put your body in hearst Call me a playa hater traitor, what you want bitch Strapped wit them thangs on your ass hear them guns clicks Inside job strictly robbin' so you better beware Other niggah wit a gat a mask raise'em in the air (DJ Paul) Now raise'em up an down for the killah man as a youngster Stickin' these tricks up daily you trippin' I'm still a hustler Cuttin' class don't make my snooze behind the barrel Shootin' crowds I hit it up in a honey comb An smoke a f**kin' pamper house Hollerin' at my brother Phil D. I gotta' get straight No thang mayn he got me straight that thang fool be boomin' weight Hoppin' on my skooter with my ski mask an my deuce duece All blue joggin' suit tube socks and ??? But now I'm gettin' old and comin' clean is what I'm hopin' And now that I got boulder dope girls are what I'm Scopin' bitch This is the touch....