Touched Wit It Lyrics - When The Smoke Clears - Three 6 Mafia

Boy, I think this the second time 

You done passed up this sign 

You goin' the wrong way, man 

Slow ya role, slow ya role, ya know what I'm saying? 

Look, we about to go I 255 

(Yeah) 

straight up to Memphis 

(Ya show) 

See what I'm 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? 

Bitch, you can picture the pain, I rip you in vain 

While the young soldiers whisper my name 

I'm dealing the caine, sippin' on crown, smokin' that Jane 

Open the brain, let that shit inject, you think that I'm playin' 

Don't make me get at your kin fo' those that can't 

Either you die slow, ride slow, 'cause Fiend about to show 

How not only God knows, these niggas our hoes, my stock broke 

So we ain't trippin' puttin' knives to throats 

Buckin' the clip at the 5and 0, allow smoke 

Dosha go straight to my lungs I see 

Whomp, whomp, whomp, whomp 

In ya streets Chopper intro now peep this 

Got wit' you F I E N D and THREE 6 

Talk it like I bring I feel you need this deep shit 

Sleep with them fishes, eat with them bitches, it's all on you 

Like that lil' nigga B.G. CD volume 2 

I throw hallows threw, what you use to swallow and chew 

'Bout what ya gone do? 

Infamous I'm leavin' brain dust 

I'll in danger you lamers like strangers 

I'm in this bitch, pimp stick, clothes hanger 

I'm out the frame, on a lame, like a Banger 

I either put you in a cross or I pull the Moss 

I'm runnin' threw so logs, trying to blow ya leg off 

I put some shit up in the line that'll blow ya mind 

It's like some Colt 45, does it every time, nigga get my rhymes 

If I pull my pistol I'm a bust with it 

Never see me holdin' it and go fuss with it 

You gone be a big pussy gettin' fucked with it 

Forever tucked with it 'cause you done got touched with it 

If I pull my pistol I'm a bust with it 

Never see me holdin' it and go fuss with it 

You gone be a big pussy gettin' fucked with it 

Forever tucked with it 'cause you done got touched with it 

Act like you know me when I say I'm head thug on your block 

Hold ya breath when I spray paint my name on yo spot 

Tell your self you ain't scared when I run in your shit 

I ain't 'bout no games Woady it's your life or yo bwoaditch 

Apologize when I pass by bootin' my grill 

3rd World I represent it Blood City fo' real 

Forget yo' know me when I pistol whip you and yo click 

No limit riders, Tre 6, y'all ain't runnin' like this 

Now what's the fuck the use of holdin' a gun and playin' with you hoes 

I'm 'bout to shut down yo' heart that's how the story goes 

These boys think 'cause we some CEO's, we must be some hoes 

Its consequences and reprecussions fuckin' with pros 

These bitches hot 'cause it's hypnotized and no limit 

We off the wham but only real niggas all up in it 

I tell you what Serv kill the head of yo click 

And I bet all them hoes quit talkin' shit 

If I pull my pistol I'm a bust with it 

Never see me holdin' it and go fuss with it 

You gone be a big pussy gettin' fucked with it 

Forever tucked with it 'cause you done got touched with it 

If I pull my pistol I'm a bust with it 

Never see me holdin' it and go fuss with it 

You gone be a big pussy gettin' fucked with it 

Forever tucked with it 'cause you done got touched with it 

I never ran up yo a trunk, blastin' on a fuckin' punk 

Toxicated, high, or drunk, try and grab the closest pump 

Never flodged on how I lived, fight a nigga over a bitch 

Playa I'm just callin' pimp, always keep a cigarette lit 

Never walked up in the club, dissin' niggas with a mug 

Always keep my own sack, never wanted to hit your bud 

Independent on you hoes, makin' more than selling dope 

If you wanna hate the click, nigga, I make your body froze 

Close yo' eyes? 

Mouth full, it's a south thang thugging like that 

You say you know I'm in North Memphis pushin' that drill 

Tearin' clubs up in South Memphis and Smokey City 

Say your prayers when I lay that iron clean on yo chest 

Don't play no games boy, I'm kinda wild with that tech 

Pretend you death when I scream what city you clame 

Fuck around with me I separate your body from your name 

Lay down bitch, La Chat and I ain't playing no games 

Bucking you hoes, my mado keep my distance from lames 

My 45 be on my side and I be ready to ride 

We catch you slippin' you be missin' have you buried alive 

My niggas downtown we got that anna that you bitches don't won't 

Step to me wrong Paul, Juicy, Pat, La Chat 

Be strapped wit' them pumps 

Now how you figure when you fuck up that we gone let you live 

We kill your ass then set a randsome fo' your guts that we spill 

If I pull my pistol I'm a bust with it 

Never see me holdin' it and go fuss with it 

You gone be a big pussy gettin' fucked with it 

Forever tucked with it 'cause you done got touched with it