Touched Wit it

[Intro: Mr. Serv-on & Fiend] Whaaat? I think this is the second time you done passed up this sign Boy, you're going the wrong way, man Slow ya roll, slow ya roll, ya know what I'm saying? Look, we're about to go I-255 (Yeah), straight up to Memphis (Ya sure?) See what I'm saying, Paul said he's going to meet us by Wal-Greens We 'bout to go head on and break this bread, ya heard? (Aight) What you gon' do? [Verse 1: 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 shot inject, you think that I'm playin' Don't make me get at your kin for your decayin' People die slow, ride slow, 'cause Fiend about to show How not only God knows, these niggas high, my squad broke So, we ain't trippin' puttin' knives to throats Buckin' the clip at the five and zero, allow smoke Doja 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 with them fishes, eat with them bitches, it's all on you Like that lil nigga B.G. CD volume 2 I throw hollows through, what you use to swallow and chew So how you gon' do? [Verse 2: Lord Infamous] Infamous, I'm leavin' brain dust I'll endanger you, lamers like strangers I'm in this bitch, pimp stick, clothes hangers I'm out of the frame, on a lame, like a Banger I either put you in a cross, or I pull the Moss I'm runnin' through some logs, trying 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 with it Never see me holdin' it and go fuss with it You're gonna be a big pussy gettin' fucked with it Forever tucked with it, 'cause you done got touched with it If I pull my pistol, I'm a bust with it Never see me holdin' it and go fuss with it You're gonna be a big pussy gettin' fucked with it Forever tucked with it, 'cause you done got touched with it [Verse 3: Mr. Serv-on] Act like you know me when I say I'm head thug on your block Hold ya breath when I spray paint my name on yo' spot Tell yourself you ain't scared when I run in your shit I ain't 'bout no games, woady it's your life or yo' bitch Apologize when I pass by bootin' my grill Third World I represent it Blood City fo' real Forget yo' know me when I pistol whip you and yo' click No limit riders, Tre 6, y'all ain't runnin' like this [Verse 4: DJ Paul] Now what the fuck the use of holdin' a gun and playin' with you foes I'm 'bout to shut down yo heart, 'cause that's how this story goes These boys think 'cause we some CEOs, we must be some hoes It's consequences and repercussions fuckin' with pros These bitches hot 'cause it's 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 the click And I bet all them hoes quit talkin' shit [Chorus: Fiend] If I pull my pistol, I'm a bust with it Never see me holdin' it and go fuss with it You're gonna be a big pussy gettin' fucked with it Forever tucked with it, 'cause you done got touched with it If I pull my pistol, I'm a bust with it Never see me holdin' it and go fuss with it You're gonna be a big pussy gettin' fucked with it Forever tucked with it, 'cause you done got touched with it it [Verse 5: Juicy J] I never ran up to 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, I'm just callin' pimp, always keep a cigarette lit Never walked up in the club, dissin' niggas with a mug Always keep my own sacks, never wanted to hit your bud Independent on you hoes, makin' more than selling dope If you wanna hate the click, nigga, I make your body freeze [Verse 6: Mr. Serv-on] Close your eyes when you see the cash up in my place Mouth full, it's a south thang thuggin' like that You say you know I'm in North Memphis pushin that drill Tearin' clubs up in South Memphis, smokin' and sniff Say your prayers when I lay that iron clean on yo chest Don't play no games, boy, I'm kinda wild with them TECs Pretend you're dead when I scream, what city you claim Fuck around with me, I separate your body from your name [Verse 7: La Chat] Lay down bitch, La Chat, and I ain't playing no games Bucking you hoes, my motto keep my distance from lames My 45 be on my side, and I be ready to ride We catch you slippin', you be missin', have you buried alive My niggas down, we got that anna that you bitches don't-won't Step to me wrong, Paul, Juicy, Pat, La Chat be strapped with them pumps Now, how you figure when you fuck up that we're gonna let you live We kill your ass, then set a ransom for your guts that we spill [Chorus: Fiend] If I pull my pistol, I'm a bust with it Never see me holdin' it and go fuss with it You're gonna be a big pussy gettin' fucked with it Forever tucked with it, 'cause you done got touched with it If I pull my pistol, I'm a bust with it Never see me holdin' it and go fuss with it You're gonna be a big pussy gettin' fucked with it Forever tucked with it, 'cause you done got touched with it