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Versuri THREE 6 MAFIA - Touched Wit It(feat. Fiend, Mr. Serv-On, La Chat
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 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 see what I'm saying?
 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 shit 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-6
 Talk 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, 
 'bout what ya gone do?
 
 [Lord Infamous]
 Infamous I'm leavin brain dust
 I'll indanger you lamers like strangers
 I'm in this bitch, pimp stick, clothes hanger
 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, tring to 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 shit
 I ain't bout no games woady its your life or yo bitch
 Apollogize when I pass by bootin my grill
 3rd World I represent it Blood City fo real
 Foreget 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 goes
 These boys think cause we some CEO's, we must be some hoes
 Its consequences and reprecusions fuckin wit pros
 Thiese 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 yo 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 owm sack
 Never wanted to hit your bud
 Independant 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 ?
 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 death when I scream what city  you clame
 Fuck around wit me I seperate your body from your name
 
 [La Chat]
 
 Lay down bitch ,La Chat and I ain't playing  no games
 bucking you hoes,my mado 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 niggas downdown we got that anna that you bitches dont won't
 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 randsome fo your guts that we spill!!!!!
 
 [Chorus]
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