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letra de i gotta touch em - d.j. paul

[conversation between lil buck and crunchy black]

[gangsta blac sample in the background]
psycho in da cut, with da mask and da pistol grip
[hook: dj paul]
i gotta touch ’em, i gotta touch ’em
i know he’s bad

[verse 1: lord infamous]
as i tip-toe, i tip-toe real slow
on the route to them n-gg-s hotel room door
i know that they weighin’ up dope
and i kick it all in, make all of them hoes bl–dy the floor
take all they money (?)
hop in the steamer and (?) to avoid the 5-0
n-gg- don’t slip or you get …
and i know you don’t wanna be smoked by scarecrow
a pop, it’s another big set of three bullets … casualty
just place off all that sh-t, there won’t be no brutality
hey n-gg- don’t play me for no (?)
i know you got plenty of ends
don’t make pull this trigger and cave yo motherf-ckin’ face in
“c’mon dawg lemme get some of that dope mane”
-naw b-tch
“c’mon dawg lemme get some of that cheese mane”
-naw b-tch
“aw mane c’mon lemme keep something mane”
-alright my nig
i tell you what you get: this motherf-ckin’ bullet trick
a … motherf-cker gonna take them doses in his chest
cause triple 6 we cleanin’ motherf-ckers like the irs
so when lord infamous on the creep tour
with the big, black gun
i’m gonna reach out and touch someone

[hook: dj paul]
i gotta touch ’em, i gotta touch ’em
i know he’s bad

[verse 2: crunchy black]
it was on a sunday night, a n-gg- hit paul back
he said he had a job for us to do
to meet him at the hardy’s on the mall and (?)
my girl beeped me, she told me paul was on his f-ckin’ way
he hit me on his cellular phone, he’s balling down parkway
paul rolled up in the chevy thang
i jumped in the back and fired up a dooby mane
and that’s when lil buck explained
how we gonna touch them hoes, shake them hoes
put ’em in the chevy trunk, drop ’em in the nearest junt
p-ssy nig in his shoes, dump ’em in a river fool
tie a rope ’round his skull and drag ’em with a f-ckin’ boat
crunchy black ain’t no hoe, n-gg- you don’t hear me though
easy come, easy go, easily i shoot you hoe

[bridge: dj paul]
well crunchy black i know you ain’t hoe
but prove it to them bustas that (?) they f-ckin’ dough
a rich trick that splurges really needs to be touched, but wait
i tell ya how my robbery spree was created after the break

[hook: dj paul]
i gotta touch ’em, i gotta touch ’em
i know he’s bad

[verse 3: dj paul]
my life was up and down for the killa man as a youngsta
sellin’ dope at age 13 and later gettin’ blessed as a gangsta
sellin’ 2 dollar junts at the junior high
lil near i had pure, i kept the whole school high
took my little cheese to buy some fila boots or a cane
gold and a ll cool j (?) jogging suit
that sh-t was on back then and trill
my brother phil he was boomin’ keys
he always (?) me with some (?)
one day the feds kicked his f-ckin’ door in
(aww sh-t) now all the sh-t done come to an end
ridin’ the strip in a candy apple (?)
or a (?) gold rims and a drop top
but now i gotta think of another plan
i joined up with some trill -ss n-gg-s
and the street named me the “killa man”
a fast get-away i bought a chevy 350 big block
and plus some life insurance
i bought a brand new plastic glock
cause my 380 started to jam up like james brown
i could barely let loose of full three rounds
but now i gotta make ’em lay it down
i gotta make ’em lay it down
the 6 double-6 mobbin’ n-gg-s rush
this is the touch

- d j paul

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