[Chorus] Psycho in da {*3X*} Cut with the mask and the pistol grip I gotta touch 'em {*4X*}
[Lord Infamous] This shit is begining to come into focus But no one can figure out Infamous murderous of psychosis Trippin I'm runnin the darkness I'm loadin barettas I'm jackin yo' hoe shit A posse of satanic mothers we comin to smuggle And leave them in puddles of plasma I'm comin for stashes for cash The blast until everyone in here passed out My fellow man you cannot comprehend strength of the devil military killers Execution to death you will send us no harmony Now enter your head through the pillow The Tre-six nigga comin to injure you at nightfall Give it up or this desert eagle shall make them fall up on you all (Come on mayn, you finna give me them ?? nigga) Naw bitch... (aww dog ???) Naw bitch... (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 Hopped into the steamer tossed the fuckin stash behind the seat I'm comin to rush 'em son, crush 'em son, buck my gun I'm gonna reach out and touch someone
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[Crunchy Black] 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 playin with me 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 motherfuckin ass do the devil dance Crunchy Black bitch, comin at you hoes easy come easy go Easily we kickin doors, I gotta touch 'em
[Koopsta Knicca] 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 Some bitch gone step to this bomber squad I'm harder nigga when I click you will feel like a prey that was predator {?} for them paramedics See wait for the Koopsta scare 'em Sk-skinny {?} in the pimpin' Now waitin for that Armageddeon Bitch
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[Juicy J] I hooked up with a freak down 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 Snatchin old ladies purse knockin nigga'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 Strapped wit them thangs on your ass hear them guns clicks Inside job strictly robbin so you better beware Other nigga wit a gat a mask raise 'em in the air
[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 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 boomin weight 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 This is the touch...Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
