[Conversation between Lil Buck and Crunchy Black]
[Gangsta Blac sample in the background]
Psycho in da cut, with da mask and da pistol grip
[Hook: DJ Paul]
I gotta touch 'em, I gotta touch 'em
I know he's bad
[Verse 1: Lord Infamous]
As I tip-toe, I tip-toe real slow
On the route to them n***as hotel room door
I know that they weighin' up dope
And I kick it all in and make all them hoes bloody the floor
Take all they money and coke
And I hop in the Steamer and (?) to avoid the 5-0
n***a don't slip or you get tore up by pistol grip
And I know you don't wanna be smoked by Scarecrow
A pop, it's another big set of three bullets ... casualty
Just place off all that sh**, there won't be no brutality
Hey n***a don't play me for no fool
Cause I know you got plenty of ends
Don't make pull this trigger and cave yo motherf**in' face in
"C'mon dawg lemme get some of that dope mane"
-Naw b**h
"C'mon dawg lemme get some of that cheese mane"
-Naw b**h
"Aw mane c'mon lemme keep something mane"
-Alright my nig
I tell you what you get: this motherf**in' bullet trick
A ... punk motherf**er gonna take them doses in his chest
Cause Triple 6 we cleanin' motherf**ers like the IRS
So when Lord Infamous on the creep tour
With the big, black gun
I'm gonna reach out and touch someone
[Hook: DJ Paul]
I gotta touch 'em, I gotta touch 'em
I know he's bad
[Verse 2: Crunchy Black]
It was on a sunday night, a n***a hit Paul back
He said he had a job for us to do
To meet him at the Hardy's on the mall and (?)
My girl beeped me, she told me Paul was on his f**in' way
He hit me on his cellular phone, he's balling down parkway
Paul rolled up in the Chevy thang
I jumped in the back and fired up a dooby mane
And that's when Lil Buck explained
How we gonna touch them hoes, shake them hoes
Put 'em in the Chevy trunk, drop 'em in the nearest junt
p**y nig in his shoes, dump 'em in a river fool
Tie a rope 'round his skull and drag 'em with a f**in' boat
Crunchy Black ain't no hoe, n***a you don't hear me though
Easy come, easy go, easily I shoot you hoe
[Bridge: DJ Paul]
Well Crunchy Black I know you ain't hoe
But prove it to them bustas that (?) they f**in' dough
A rich trick that splurges really needs to be touched, but wait
I tell ya how my robbery spree was created after the break
[Hook: DJ Paul]
I gotta touch 'em, I gotta touch 'em
I know he's bad
[Verse 3: DJ Paul]
My life was up and down for the k**a Man as a youngsta
Sellin' dope at age 13 and later gettin' blessed as a gangsta
Sellin' 2 dollar junts at the junior high
Lil near I had pure, I kept the whole school high
Took my little cheese to buy some Fila boots or a cane
Gold and a LL Cool J troop jogging suit
That sh** was on back then and trill
My brother Phil D. was boomin' keys
He always (?) me with some (?)
One day the feds kicked his f**in' door in
(Aww sh**) now all the sh** done come to an end
Ridin' the strip in a Candy Apple Vette
Or a (?) gold rims and a drop top
But now I gotta think of another plan
I joined up with some trill a** n***as
And the street named me the "k**a Man"
A fast get-away I bought a chevy 350 big block
And plus some life insurance
I bought a brand new plastic Glock
Cause my .380 started to jam up like James Brown
I could barely let loose of full three rounds
But now I gotta make 'em lay it down
I gotta make 'em lay it down
The 6 double-6 mobbin' n***as rush
This is the touch