Gotta Touch ’Em (Part 1)

Lyrics

[Intro: Lil Buck, Crunchy Black] *Car horn* Mane, what's up, Lil' Buck, mane? What's up, then? Mane, I got these crazy ass niggas, mane What's up, Crunchy, mane? What's up, dog? Mane, Crunchy, mane You gon' go up in there with me, so we can touch that trick, mane? Trick got about six thou in four pound, mane I'm tellin' you, nigga, it's gon' be straight, mane I'm down to touch a nigga, pimpin' I'll bet ya, I am Mane, I'm tellin you, nigga, it gon' be straight, mane Mane, all we need is somebody to go up in that junt with us, mane I'm tellin you, mane, that junt gon' be sweet, mane Mane, my nigga Lil' Mal will go up in that junt with us, dog Straight up Yeah, mane Mane, we just got, mane, it's three niggas in there, mane We just got to snatch them bitches, mane Tell 'em where the shit at mane, for real, mane Aight, mane, nigga, we can go touch them, fool Let's go touch them fools, we can do that shit now Aight, let's ride, mane [Chorus: DJ Paul & Gangsta Blac] Psycho-psycho in the cut, with the mask and the pistol grip Psycho-psycho in the cut, with the mask and the pistol grip I gotta touch 'em, I gotta touch 'em, I know he's bailed I gotta touch 'em, I gotta touch 'em, I know he's bailed I gotta touch 'em, I gotta touch 'em, I know he's bailed Psycho in the cut— [Verse 1: Lord Infamous & Victim] As I tiptoe, I tiptoe real slow on the route to them niggas 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, then I hop in the steamer and vamp to avoid the 5-0 Nigga, don't slip or you get tore up by pistol grip And I know you don't wanna be smoked by Scarecrow, and pop It's another big set of three bullets, don't end up becomin' a casualty Just place off all that shit, there won't be no brutality Hey nigga, don't play me for no fool 'cause I know you got plenty of ends Don't make me pull this trigger, and cave your motherfuckin' face in C-come on, dog, let-just-give me, let me' keep some of that dope Nah, bitch C-come on, dog, let me' keep some of that cheese, mane Nah, bitch Ahh mane, come on, let me'-let me' keep somethin', mane Alright, my nig', I'll tell you what, you keep this motherfuckin' bullet, trick A pitiful punk motherfucker had to take them doses in his chest 'Cause Triple Six, we cleanin' motherfuckers like the I.R.S.  So when Lord Infamous on the creep tip with the big, black gun I'm gonna reach out, and touch someone [Chorus: DJ Paul & Gangsta Blac] I-I gotta touch 'em, I gotta touch 'em, I know he's bailed I gotta touch 'em, I gotta touch 'em, I know he's bailed Psycho in the cut, with the mask and the pistol grip I gotta touch 'em, I gotta touch 'em, I know he's bailed I gotta touch 'em, I gotta touch 'em, I know he's bailed Psycho in the cut— I gotta touch 'em, I gotta touch 'em, I know he's bailed I gotta touch 'em, I gotta touch 'em, I know he's bailed Psycho in the cut, with the mask and the pistol grip I gotta touch 'em, I gotta touch 'em, I know he's bailed I gotta touch 'em, I gotta touch 'em, I know he's bailed Psycho in the cut, with the mask and the pistol grip [Verse 2: Crunchy Black] It was on a Sunday night, a nigga hit Paul back He said he had a job for us to do to meet him at that Hardees on Lamar and Democrat My girl beeped me, she told me Paul was on his fuckin' way He hit me on the cellular phone, me ballin' 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 dump Pussy nig in his shoes, dump 'em in a river, fool Tie a rope 'round his throat, drag 'em with the fuckin' boat Crunchy Black ain't no ho, nigga, you don't hear me, though Easy come, easy go, easily I shoot you, ho [Verse 3: DJ Paul] Well, Crunchy Black, I know you ain't a ho But prove it to them busters and stomp in they fuckin' door A rich trick that splurges, really needs to be touched but wait I'll tell you, how my robbin' spree was created, after the break [Chorus: DJ Paul & Gangsta Blac] I-I gotta touch 'em, I gotta touch 'em, I know he's bailed I gotta touch 'em, I gotta touch 'em, I know he's bailed Psycho in the cut, with the mask and the pistol grip I gotta touch 'em, I gotta touch 'em, I know he's bailed I gotta touch 'em, I gotta touch 'em, I know he's bailed Psycho in the cut— I gotta touch 'em, I gotta touch 'em, I know he's bailed I gotta touch 'em, I gotta touch 'em, I know he's bailed Psycho in the cut, with the mask and the pistol grip I gotta touch 'em, I gotta touch 'em, I know he's bailed I gotta touch 'em, I gotta touch 'em, I know he's bailed Psycho in the cut, with the mask and the pistol grip [Verse 4: DJ Paul] Now life was up and down for the Killa Man as a youngster Sellin' dope at age thirteen and later gettin' blessed as a Gangster Sellin' two dollar junts at the Junior High Lanier, I had pure, I kept the whole school high I took my little cheese to buy some Fila boots Or a Kangol, and a LL Cool J Troop joggin' suit That shit was on back then, it was the trend, my brother Phil D Was boomin' Ki's, he always thanked me with some ends Until one day the feds kicked his fuckin' door in (Ah, shit, ah, shit) now all the shit'll come to an end Ridin' the strip, in a Candy Apple 'Vette Or a IROC, blood red, gold rims and a drop-top But now I gotta think of another plan I joined up with some trill ass niggas and the street named me the Killa Man For fast get-aways 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 a full three rounds But now I gotta make 'em lay it down I gotta make 'em lay it down The Six Double-Six Mafia niggas rush, this is the touch