Sencillo / Pista

Gotta Touch 'Em (Pt. 2)

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Psycho in da

Cut with the mask and the pistol grip

I gotta touch 'em

This shit is beginning to come into focus but no one can figure out Infamous murderous, dark psychosis

Trippin I'm running the darkness, I'm loading berettas, I'm jacking yo' ho shit

A posse of satanic mobbers, we coming to smoke 'em and leave 'em in puddles of plasma

I'm coming for stashes, for cash then blast until everyone in here passed out

My fellow man, you cannot comprehend strength of the devil military killers

Execution to death, you will be sentenced as I put Nina into your head through the pillow

The Three 6 nigga coming to injure you at nightfall

Give it up or this desert eagle shall make them fall up on you all

(Come on mane, you finna give me them)

Naw bitch

(Aww dog, man have some mercy, have some mercy)

Naw bitch

(A couple of hundred mane, just a couple of hundred mane)

Check it out my nig:

I'm gonna kill you anyway, you won't need none of that shit

Ran through the backyard, jumped the gate to the corner of the back street

Hopped into the steamer, tossed the fuckin' stash behind the seat

I'm coming to rush 'em son, crush 'em son, buck my gun

I'm gonna reach out and touch someone

Psycho in da

Cut with the mask and the pistol grip

I gotta touch 'em

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 ass

Quick, fast, in a hurry, get away with a fuckin dash

Every night I sit and think on why these hoes keep playing with me

They gonna make me click them clicka click

And they don't wanna see my bad side

P. they gonna make me transform to another man

And make they motherfuckin ass do the devil dance

Crunchy Black bitch, comin' at you hoe

Easily we kick in doors

In my fuckin' head I vision bloody red

As I chopped off his fuckin head, left him dead for them bitches

A psycho at large, dumb bitch don't step to this bomber squad

I'm harder, I go and I rip you apart like a prey once the predator

No need for them paramedics, see wait for the Koopsta scared 'em

Sc-scared a bitch and left 'em sittin in hectic

Now waitin' for that armageddon, bitch

Cut with the mask and the pistol grip

I hooked up with a few down niggas from the M-town

Then we started robbin outta town, makin' them lay it down

Touchin' crackers with a 12 gauge to they fuckin' back

Stickin' them liquor stores, robbin banks, plenty car-jacks

Snatchin old ladies purse, knockin niggas to the dirt

My nine gon' make yo body hurt, I'll put your body in a hearse

Call me a playa hater, traitor, what you want bitch

Strapped wit them thangs on your ass, hear them guns click

Inside job, strictly robbin so you better beware

Of the nigga with a gat and mask, raise 'em in the air

Now life was up and down for the Killa Man as a youngster

Stickin these tricks up daily you tripping I'm still a hustler

Cutting class don't make my snooze behind the barrel

Shootin crowds I hit it up in a honeycomb

And smoke a fuckin pamper house

Hollerin at my brother Phil D I gotta get straight

No thang mayn he got me straight

That thang fool be booming weight

Hoppin on my scooter with my ski mask and my Deuce Duece

All blue joggin' suit, tube socks, and Coogi troop

But now I'm getting older, comin' clean is what I'm hopin'

And now that I got boulder dope girls are what I'm scoping bitch

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Gotta Touch 'Em (Pt. 2)

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