Lord Infamous - Gotta Touch Em lyrics

[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