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Gotta Touch 'Em (Explicit) - Three-6 Mafia
Psycho in da
Psycho in da
Psycho in da
Cut with the mask and the pistol grip
Psycho in da
Psycho in da
Psycho in da
Psycho in da
Psycho in da
Cut with the mask and the pistol grip
I gotta' touch'em
I gotta' touch'em
Psycho in da
Psycho in da
Psycho in da
Cut with the mask and the pistol grip
I gotta' touch'em
I gotta' touch'em
Psycho in da
Psycho in da
Psycho in da
Cut with the mask and the pistol grip
This sh*t is begining to come into focus
But no one can figure out
Infamous murderous of psychosis
Trippin' I'm runnin' the darkness
I'm loadin' barettas I'm jackin' yo' hoe sh*t
A posse of satanic mothers we comin' to smuggle
And leave them in puddles of plasma
I'm comin' for stashes for cash
The blast until everyone in here passed out
My fellow man you cannot comprehend
Strength of the devil military killers
Execution to death you will send us no harmony
Now enter your head through the pillow
The Tre-six niggah comin' to injure you at nightfall
Give it up or this desert eagle shall
Make them fall up on you all
Come on mayn you finna give me them niggah
Naw b**ch
Aww dog
Naw b**ch
A couple of hundred mayn just a couple of
Hundred mayn a couple hundred
Check it out my nig
I'm gonna kill you anyway
You won't need none of that sh*t
Ran through the backyard jumped the gate
To the corner of the back street
Hopped into the steamer tossed
The f**kin' stash behind the seat
I'm comin' to rusm'em son
Crush'em son buck my gun
I'm gonna reach out and touch someone
I gotta' touch'em
I gotta' touch'em
Psycho in da
Psycho in da
Psycho in da
Cut with the mask and the pistol grip
I gotta' touch'em
I gotta' touch'em
Psycho in da
Psycho in da
Psycho in da
Cut with the mask and the pistol grip
I gotta' touch'em
I gotta' touch'em
Psycho in da
Psycho in da
Psycho in da
Cut with the mask and the pistol grip
I gotta' touch'em
I gotta' touch'em
Psycho in da
Psycho in da
Psycho in da
Cut with the mask and the pistol grip
I got a problem money dividends
Gotta' solve them
The only thing going through my head
Is murder and rob them
I heard they got cash
I gotta touch they a**
Quick fast in a hurry get away with a f**kin' dash
Every night I sit and think on why
These hoes keep playin' wit' me
They gonna make me click them clicka click
And they don't wanna see my bad side
They gonna make me transform to another man
And make they mother f**kin'
A** do the devil dance
Crunchy Black b**ch
Comin' at you hoes easy come easy go
Easily we kickin' doors I gotta' touch'em
In my f**kin' head I vision blood be red
As I chopped off his f**kin' head
Left him dead for them b**ches
A psycho at large
Some b**ch gone step to this bomber squad
I'm harder niggah when I click you will
Feel like a prey that was predator
For them paramedics
See wait for the Koopsta scare'em
Sk-skinny in the pimpin'
Now waitin' for that armegeddon
B**ch
I gotta' touch'em
I gotta' touch'em
Psycho in da
Psycho in da
Psycho in da
Cut with the mask and the pistol grip
I gotta' touch'em
I gotta' touch'em
Psycho in da
Psycho in da
Psycho in da
Cut with the mask and the pistol grip
I gotta' touch'em
I gotta' touch'em
Psycho in da
Psycho in da
Psycho in da
Cut with the mask and the pistol grip
I gotta' touch'em
I gotta' touch'em
Psycho in da
Psycho in da
Psycho in da
Cut with the mask and the pistol grip
I hooked up with a freak down
Niggah's from the M-town
Then we started robbin' outta town
Makin' them lay it down
Touchin' crackers wit a 12
Gauge to they f**kin' back
Stickin' them liqour stores
Robbin' banks plenty car-jacks
Snatchin' old ladies purse knockin' niggah's to the dirt
My 9 gone make yo body hurt
I'm go put your body in hearst
Call me a playa hater traitor what you want b**ch
Strapped wit them thangs
On your a** hear them guns clicks
Inside job strictly robbin' so you better beware
Other niggah wit a gat a mask raise'em in the air
Now raise'em up an down
For the killah man as a youngster
Stickin' these tricks up daily you
Trippin' I'm still a hustler
Cuttin' class don't make my snooze behind the barrel
Shootin' crowds I hit it up in a honey comb
An smoke a f**kin' pamper house
Hollerin' at my brother Phil D I gotta' get straight
No thang mayn he got me straight
That thang fool be boomin' weight
Hoppin' on my skooter with my ski
Mask an my deuce duece
All blue joggin' suit tube socks and
But now I'm gettin' old and comin'
Clean is what I'm hopin'
And now that I got boulder d**e
Girls are what I'm Scopin' b**ch
This is the touch