Touched Wit It Lyrics by Three 6 Mafia

Touched Wit It Lyrics

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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 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-6talk it like i bring i feel you need this,deep shitsleep wit them fishes, eat wit them bitches,it's all on you
    Like that lil nigga b.g. cd volume 2i throw hallows threw ,what you use to swallow and chew, 'bout what ya gone do?
    [lord infamous]
    Infamous i'm leavin brain dusti'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:
    Fiendif 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 shiti 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 goesthese 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 gamesbucking 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'tstep 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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