Artist: THREE 6 MAFIA
Album: MYSTIC STYLEZ (1995)
Gotta Touch 'Em (Part 2) lyrics

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**DJ Paul and Crunchy Black Talking**



[Chorus]

Psycho in da (3x)

Cut with the mask and the pistol grip 
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I gotta' touch'em (4x)

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But no one can figure out Infamous murderous of psychosis

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Trippin' I'm runnin' the darkness

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I'm loadin' barettas I'm jackin' yo' hoe shit

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A posse of satanic mothers we comin' to smuggle

 
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And leave them in puddles of plasma

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I'm comin' for stashes for cash

 
The blast until everyone in here passed out

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

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Execution to death you will send us no harmony

 
Now enter your head through the pillow

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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

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[Come on mayn, you finna give me them ?? niggah]

 
Naw bitch...

 
[Aww dog ???]

 
Naw bitch...

 
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[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 shit

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

 
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Hopped into the steamer tossed the fuckin' 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.

 


 
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[Chorus]

 


 
(Crunchy Black)

 
I got a problem, money dividends, gotta' solve them

 
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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 playin' wit' me

 
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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 fuckin' ass do the devil dance

 
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Crunchy Black bitch, comin' at you hoes easy come easy go

 
Easily we kickin' doors, I gotta' touch'em

 


 
(Koopsta Knicca)

 
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In my fuckin' head I vision blood be red

 
As I chopped off his fuckin' head

 
Left him dead for them bitches

 
A psycho at large

 
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Some bitch 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

 
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Sk-skinny ?????? in the pimpin'

 
Now waitin' for that armegeddon

 
Bitch

 


 
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[Chorus]

 


 
(Juicy J)

 
I hooked up with a freak down

 
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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 fuckin' back

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

 
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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 bitch

 
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Strapped wit them thangs on your ass hear them guns clicks

 
Inside job strictly robbin' so you better beware

 
Other niggah wit a gat a mask raise'em in the air

 


 
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(DJ Paul)

 
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

 
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Shootin' crowds I hit it up in a honey comb

 
An 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 boomin' weight

 
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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 dope girls are what I'm Scopin' bitch

 
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