D.J. Paul - Touched Wit it lyrics

[Serv-on] Boyyyy, I think this is the second time you pa**ed up this sign Boy you goin' the wrong way, son [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? [aight] What you gone do? [Fiend] b**h, 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 n***as high, my squad 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-6 Talk it like I bring I feel you need this, deep sh** Sleep wit them fishes, eat wit them b**hes, it's all on you Like that lil n***a B.G. cd volume 2 I throw hallows threw, what you use to swallow and chew 'bout what ya gone do? [Lord Infamous] Infamous I'm leavin brain dust I'll indanger you lamers like strangers I'm in this b**h, 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 so logs, trying to blow ya leg off I put some sh** up in the line that'll blow ya mind It's like some Colt 45, does it every time, n***a 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 p**y gettin f**ed 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 sh** I ain't bout no games woady its your life or yo b**h Apologize when I pa** 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 ain't runnin like this [DJ Paul] Now whats the f** the use of holdin a gun and playin wit you foes I'm bout to shut down yo heart thats how the story goes These boys think cause we some CEO's, we must be some hoes Its consequences and repercussions f**in wit pros These b**hes hot cause its hypnotized and no limit We off the wham but only real n***as all up in it I tell you what Serv k** the head of yo click And I bet all them hoes quit talkin sh** [Hook 2x's] [Juicy J] I never ran up yo a trunk Blastin on a f**in punk Toxicated, high, or drunk Try and grab the closest pump Never flodged on how I lived Fight a n***a over a b**h Playa Im just callin pimp Always keep a cigarette lit Never walked up in the club Dissin n***as 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 n***a 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 d**h when I scream what city you clame f** around wit me I seperate your body from your name [La Chat] Lay down b**h ,La Chat and I ain't playing no games Bucking you hoes,my motto 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 n***as downdown we got that anna that you b**hes dont won't Step to me wrong Paul,Juicy,Pat,La Chat be strapped wit them pumps Now how you figure when you f** up that we gone let you live We k** your a** then set a randsome fo your guts that we spill!!!!! [Hook]