Crunchy Black - Gotta Touch 'Em, Pt. 2 lyrics

[Hook] Psycho in da {​*3X*}​ Cut with the mask and the pistol grip I gotta touch 'em {​*4X*}​ [Verse 1: Lord Infamous] This sh** is begining to come into focus But no one can figure out Infamous murderous, dark psychosis Trippin I'm runnin the darkness I'm loadin barettas I'm jackin yo' ho sh** A posse of satanic muggers we comin to smuggle And leave 'em in puddles of plasma I'm comin for stashes, for cash Then blast until everyone in here pa**ed out My fellow man you cannot comprehend strength Of the devil military k**ers Execution to d**h you will be sentenced As I put nina into your head through the pillow The Three 6 n***a 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 ?? n***a) Naw b**h... (aww dog ???) Naw b**h... (a couple of hundred mayn) (Just a couple of hundred mayn a couple hundred) Check it out my nig I'm gonna k** you anyway you won't need none of that sh** Ran through the backyard Jumped the gate to the corner of the back street Hopped into the steamer Tossed the f**in stash behind the seat I'm comin to rush 'em son, crush 'em son, buck my gun I'm gonna reach out and touch someone [Hook] [Verse 2: 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 a** Quick, fast, in a hurry, get away with a f**in dash Every night I sit and think on Why these hoes keep playin with me They gonna make me click them clicka click And they don't wanna see my bad side P. they gonna make me transform to another man And make they motherf**in a** do the devil dance Crunchy Black b**h, comin at you hoes easy come easy go Easily we kickin doors, I gotta touch 'em [Verse 3: Koopsta Knicca] In my f**in head I vision bloody red As I chopped off his f**in head Left him dead for them b**hes A psycho at large Dumb b**h don't step to this bomber squad I'm harder n***a when I click You will feel like a prey that was predator No need for them paramedics See wait for the Koopsta scare 'em Sk-skinny {​?}​ in the pimpin' Now waitin' for that Armageddeon b**h [Hook] [Verse 4: Juicy J] I hooked up with a few down n***as from the M-town Then we started robbin outta town, makin' them lay it down Touchin' crackers with a 12 gauge to they f**in' back Stickin' them liqour stores, robbin banks, plenty car-jacks Snatchin old ladies purse, knockin n***as to the dirt My 9 gone make yo body hurt I'm gon' put your body in hearse Call me a playa hater, traitor, what you want b**h Strapped wit them thangs on your a**, hear them guns click Inside job, strictly robbin so you better beware Of the n***a with a gat and mask, raise 'em in the air [Verse 5: DJ Paul] Now raise 'em up an down for the k**a Man as a youngster Stickin these tricks up daily you trippin I'm still a hustler Cuttin cla** don't make my snooze behind the barrel Shootin crowds I hit it up in a honeycomb And smoke a f**in 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 scooter with my ski mask and my Deuce Duece All blue joggin' suit, tube socks and a Coogi troop 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 b**h This is the touch...