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Sarah Brightman % Sir John Gielgud - Текст песни Gotta Touch 'Em
**DJ Paul and Crunchy Black Talking**
 [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 niggah 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 ?? niggah]
 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 rusm'em son, crush'em son, buck my gun
 I'm gonna reach out and touch someone.
[Chorus]
 (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' wit' 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 mother fuckin' ass do the devil danceSarah Brightman % Sir John Gielgud - Gotta Touch 'Em - http://ru.motolyrics.com/sarah-brightman-sir-john-gielgud/gotta-touch-em-lyrics.html
 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 niggah 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 armegeddon
 Bitch
[Chorus]
 (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' niggah'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 niggah 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 honey comb
 An 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....










