| Psycho in da
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| Cut with the mask and the pistol grip
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| I gotta' touch’em
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| This shit is begining to come into focus
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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
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| 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
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| Now enter your head through the pillow
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| The Tre-six niggah comin' to injure you at nightfall
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| 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)
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| Naw bitch…
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| (Aww dog)
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| Naw bitch…
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| (A couple of hundred mayn just a couple of hundred mayn a couple hundred)
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| Check it out my nig
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| I’m gonna kill you anyway you won’t need none of that shit
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| 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
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| I’m comin' to rusm’em son, crush’em son, buck my gun
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| I’m gonna reach out and touch someone.
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| 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
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| I heard they got cash, i gotta touch they ass
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| Quick fast in a hurry get away with a fuckin' dash
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| 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
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| and they don’t wanna see my bad side
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| they gonna make me transform to another man
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| 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
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| Easily we kickin' doors, I gotta' touch’em
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| In my fuckin' head I vision blood be red
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| As I chopped off his fuckin' head
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| Left him dead for them bitches
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| A psycho at large
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| Some bitch gone step to this bomber squad
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| I’m harder niggah when I click you will feel like a prey that was predator
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| for them paramedics
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| See wait for the Koopsta scare’em
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| Sk-skinny in the pimpin'
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| Now waitin' for that armegeddon
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| Bitch
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| I hooked up with a freak down
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| Niggah’s from the M-town
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| Then we started robbin' outta town makin' them lay it down
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| Touchin' crackers wit a 12 gauge to they fuckin' back
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| Stickin' them liqour stores, robbin' banks, plenty car-jacks
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| Snatchin' old ladies purse knockin' niggah’s to the dirt
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| My 9 gone make yo body hurt
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| I’m go put your body in hearst
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| 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
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| Inside job strictly robbin' so you better beware
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| Other niggah wit a gat a mask raise’em in the air
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| Now raise’em up an down for the killah man as a youngster
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| Stickin' these tricks up daily you trippin' I’m still a hustler
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| Cuttin' class don’t make my snooze behind the barrel
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| Shootin' crowds I hit it up in a honey comb
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| An smoke a fuckin' pamper house
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| Hollerin' at my brother Phil D. I gotta' get straight
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| 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
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| All blue joggin' suit tube socks and
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| But now I’m gettin' old and comin' clean is what I’m hopin'
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| And now that I got boulder dope girls are what I’m Scopin' bitch
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| This is the touch… |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Gotta Touch Em' (Pt.2), artist - Three 6 Mafia. Album song Mystic Stylez, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп