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Touched (Ft. Mr. 3-2)

Listen up I got a story to tell

Ay fool, listen up I got a story to tell

Say dog, listen up I got a story to tell

Say man, listen up I got this story to tellNow once upon a time not too long ago

A nigga like myself had to strong arm a hoe

Now this was not a hoe in the sense of having a pussy

But a pussy having no goddamn sense, tryna push me

He used to hold dick now he wanna be in my shoes

Hatin' like a baby mama 'cause I'm payin' my dues

Tryin' to hold on to my little chunk but not a punk in the parking lot bumping his gums

With his Ki's in the trunk, oh what I'm supposed to jump 'cause you got a pump

You aimin' that bitch in the sky you chump

Point that motherfucker this way and dump

Oh what you scared to go to the pen?

Thinkin' them niggas gon' tap your rump?

Man I thought he played bold but he ain't even fuss

Man the nigga was way swole actin' like he wanted to buss

But his trigger stayed cold I wasn't surprised

I recognized that fast breathin' and fear in his eyes

Unmask his disguise a sheep in wolf's clothing

On the prey, who tried to hunt the hunter

And got hunted down his goddamn self in PA

Niggas it's where we stay

Ain't none of that K-K-K'n or playin' so see A

Or E about your life 'fore you test yourself

And make a nigga break you off some peace to rest yourself

Oh yes your health is what's in question

And I hope that this ass whippin'

Teach you a motherfuckin' lessonSpeak the wrong words man and you will get touched

'Cause deep down in the South boy's comin' up cold

Talkin' down on my name and what it's all about

You niggas better be gettin' some cut and get my name out yo mouth

'Cause I dunno why you got flex with me

Testin' me but I'mma pull my shit and let you see

That all that carry the jack ain't able to survive

So you haters need to quit with that po' hustlin'

And take another rideNiggas jumped and crossed the line

The movies got these boys fucked up in the mind

Not to mention the wine and codeine syrup combined

Easy access to 9s

And shit talkin' hoes that's fine

And all they got time for is pourin' Swishers down

Committing crimes amped off water

And some exaggerated rhyme

So if bein' hard ain't in your heart

Then don't start niggas'll tear your weak mind apartBitch, your old man talkin' to me like I'm in school

He don't know I hang with killers we'll erase that fool

Wouldn't give a fuck about him but he kin to my son

If you think that I'm that nigga then you picked the wrong one

'Cause I live by the gun, die by the gun

Hot bullets burn some say that them bitches stun

So raise your own children don't try to raise mine

And when you see me step with caution 'cause I'm buckin' for mine, bitchSpeak the wrong words man and you will get touched

You done crossed the line now you gon' get fucked

I already told you before but you ain't barring that

So this time I'm handlin' mine and gon' erase you off the map

Such a shame but it's all in the game

And since the early 60's ain't a damn thing changed

We got haters over here and haters over there

But I got my pistol and it ain't pointed in the airI see you trippin' off that water and you feel like you bad

'Cause yo bitch done chose a pimp and that pimp was Chad

I see you hurt 'cause I fucked your girl

Put big dick in her world, bust nuts in her curls

When I hit it from the back she said "baby I can't take it"

Push my dick up in her harder bitch I'm straight up tryin' to break it

You a simp-ass nigga you told that bitch that you love her

But I'm straight up fuckin' that pussy like that nigga off they colors

But I ain't gonna get shot 'cause you ain't shootin' shit

The best thing you can do is go and try and beat that bitch

'Cause this man's style showstopper pistol popper you ain't ready

If I let this hot thing hit you fool, your stomach like spaghetti

Fool you talkin' loud but you move too slow

Tellin' niggas all your plans got you tied up in a van

Nigga what the fuck is up (up) in the place to be

First I want the money nigga then I want the fuckin' Ki's

Kidnap robbery 'cause you said you wanted me dead

Since you want a nigga dead

Buck that bitch off in his head

Just like E-40 nigga I be comin' fed

Got the sawed off pump with night vision infrared

So play me like a pussy and you will get fucked

Nigga I'm hangin' out the truck b-buck buck

Hit your nigga in the leg hit your bitch in the gut

But we know where your ass stay

So your ass will get touchedSpeak the wrong words I'm high on them herbs

And you will get touched cause yo ass deserve

To get done real bad in front of yo kids

To show 'em what real type of bitch you is

And it's that boy named 3 to the 2 forever stayin' true

Just a player makin' do and I gotta tell it to the

Whole wide world how you got bitched razor necked just like

A motherfuckin' girl

Songwriters

BERNARD JAMES FREEMAN, CHAD L BUTLER, JOSEPH JOHNSONPublished by

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