Touched Wit It

Typed by: tekmaster187

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[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 heard me? 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 shot 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-6Talk 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, so how ya gone do?

[Lord Infamous]

Infamous I'm leavin brain dust I'll endanger 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 some logs, tryinto 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 chick 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 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 gizoes These boys think

cause we some CEO's, we must be some hoes

Its consequences and reprecusions fuckin wit pros

These bitches hot cause its hypnotized and no limit