Gotta Touch 'Em (Pt. 2)

And make they motherfuckin ass do the devil dance

Crunchy Black bitch, comin' at you hoe

Easy come, easy go

Easily we kick in doors

I gotta touch 'em

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

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

I gotta touch 'em

I gotta touch 'em

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

This is the touch