Touched Wit It

[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 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 to 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 own sacks 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 [Serv-on] Close yo eyes when ya see tha gat shots in my plaster Mouth full its a south thang thuggin like that You say you know Im in North Memphis pushin that drill Tearin clubs up in South Memphis and Smokey that slip Say your prayers when I lay that iron clean on yo chest Dont play no games boy, Im kinda wild wit them techs Pretend you deaf when I scream what city you claim Fuck around wit me I separate your body from your name [La Chat] Lay down bitch ,La Chat and I ain't playing no games buckin 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 barried alive My niggas down down we got that anna that you bitches dont wanna 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 ransom fo your guts that we spill!!!!! [Chorus] ~lyrics by brolly~