Текст песни Three-6 Mafia f Fiend, Mr. Serv-On, La C - Touched Wit it
Three-6 Mafia f Fiend, Mr. Serv-On, La C - Touched Wit it слова песни
[Serv-on]Boy,I think this the second time you done passed up this sign you goin`the wrong way main.[Fiend]Slow ya role, slow ya role,ya know what im saying?Look,we about to go I 255,[yeah]straight up to Memphis.[ya show]See what im saying, Paul said he gone meet us by Wal-Greens,we `bout to go head on and break this bread, ya see what I`m saying?What you gone do?[Fiend]Bitch,you can picture the pain,I rip you in vainWhile the young soldiers whisper my nameI`m dealing the caine,sippin` on crown, smokin` that JaneOpen the brain,let that shit inject, you think that I`m playin`Don`t make me get at your kin fo those that can`tEither you die slow,ride slow, cause Fiend about to showHow not only God knows, these niggas our hoes,my stock brokeSo we ain`t trippin` puttin` knives to throatsBuckin the clip at the 5and 0 ,allow smokeDosha go straight to my lungs I see WHOMP WHOMP WHOMP WHOMPIn ya streets Chopper intro now peep thisGot wit you F-I-E-N-D and THREE-6Talk it like I bring I feel you need this,deep shitSleep wit them fishes, eat wit them bitches,it`s all on youLike that lil nigga B.G. cd volume 2I throw hallows threw ,what you use to swallow and chew, `bout what ya gone do?[Lord Infamous]Infamous I`m leavin brain dustI`ll indanger you lamers like strangersI`m in this bitch, pimp stick, clothes hangerI`m out the frame, on a lame, like a BangerI either put you in a cross,or I pull the MossI`m runnin threw so logs, tring to blow ya leg offI put some shit up in the line that`ll blow ya mindIt`s like some Colt 45, does it every time,nigga get my rhymesChorus: FiendIf I pull my pistol I`m a bust wit itNever see me holdin it and go fuss wit itYou gone be a big pussy gettin fucked wit itFoever tucked wit it, cause you done got touched wit it [2x`]s[Serv-on]Act like you know me when I say Im head thug on your blockHold ya breath when I spray paint my name on yo spotTell your self you ain`t scared when I run in your shitI ain`t bout no games woady its your life or yo bitchApollogize when I pass by bootin my grill3rd World I represent it Blood City fo realForeget yo know me when I pistol whip you and yo clickNo limit riders, Tre 6, yall aint runnin like this [DJ Paul]Now whats the fuck the use of holdin a gun and playin wit you hoesI`m bout to shut down yo heart thats how the story goesThese boys think cause we some CEO`s, we must be some hoesIts consequences and reprecusions fuckin wit prosThiese bitches hot cause its hypnotized and no limitWe off the wham but only real niggas all up in itI tell you what Serv kill the head of yo clickAnd I bet all them hoes quit talkin shit [Chorus 2x`s][Juicy J]I never ran up yo a trunkBlastin on a fuckin punkToxicated, high, or drunkTry and grab the closest pumpNever flodged on how I livedFight a nigga over a bitchPlaya Im just callin pimpAlways keep a cigarette litNever walked up in the clubDissin niggas wit a mugAlways keep my owm sackNever wanted to hit your budIndependant on you hoesMakin more than selling dopeIf you wanna hate the clickNigga I make your body froze[Serv-on]Close yo eyes ?Mouth full its a south thang thuging like thatYou say you know Im in North Memphis pushin that drillTearin clubs up in South Memphis and Smokey CitySay your prayers when I lay that iron clean on yo chestDont play no games boy, Im kinda wild wit that techPretend you death when I scream what city you clameFuck around wit me I seperate your body from your name[La Chat]Lay down bitch ,La Chat and I ain`t playing no gamesbucking you hoes,my mado keep my distance from lamesMy 45 be on my side and I be ready to rideWe catch you slipin you be missin have you barried aliveMy niggas downdown we got that anna that you bitches dont won`tStep to me wrong Paul,Juicy,Pat,La Chat be strapped wit them pumpsNow how you figure when you fuck up that we gone let you liveWe kill your ass then set a randsome fo your guts that we spill!!!!![Chorus]