Текст песни Touched Wit It (feat. Mr. Serv-On, Fiend, & La Chat) - Three 6 Mafia
(Feat.
Mr.
Serv-On,
Fiend,
& La
Chat)
(Serv-on)
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
endanger
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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