[Intro: Lil Buck, Crunchy Black]
*Car horn*
Mane, what's up, Lil Buck, mane?
What's up, then?
Mane, I got these crazy ass n***as, mane
What's up Crunchy, mane?
What's up, dog?
Mane, Crunchy, mane
You gon' go up in there with me so we can touch that trick, mane?
Trick got about 6 thou in 4 pound, mane
I'm tellin' you n***a it's gon' be straight, mane
I'm down to touch a n***a, pimpin, I'll betcha I am
Mane, I'm tellin you, n***a it gon be straight, mane
Mane, all we need somebody to go up in that junt wit' us mane
I'm tellin you, mane
That junt gon' be sweet, mane
Mane, my n***a Lil Mal will go up in that junt with us, dog
Straight up
Yeah, mane
Mane, we just got, mane, it's three n***as in there, mane
We just got to snatch them bitches, mane
Tell 'em "where the shit at?" mane, for real, mane
Aight, mane, n***a we can go touch them, fool
Let's go touch them fools, we can do that shit now
Aight, let's ride, mane
[Hook: DJ Paul, Gangsta Blac]
Psycho-psycho in the cut, with the mask and the pistol grip
Psycho-psycho in the cut, with the mask and the pistol grip
I gotta touch 'em, I gotta touch 'em, I know he's bailed
I gotta touch 'em, I gotta touch 'em, I know he's bailed
I gotta touch 'em, I gotta touch 'em, I know he's bailed (Psycho in the cut)

[Verse 1: Lord Infamous]
As I tiptoe, I tiptoe real slow on the route to them n***as hotel room door
I know that they weighin' up dope and I kick it all in and make all them hoes bloody the floor
Take all they money and coke then I hop in the steamer and vamp to avoid the 5-0
N***a don't slip or you get tore up by pistol grip and I know you don't wanna be smoked by
Scarecrow and pop, it's another big set of three bullets don't end up becomin' a casualty
Just place off all that shit, there won't be no brutality
Hey n***a, don't play me for no fool, 'cause I know you got plenty of ends
Don't make me pull the trigger and cave yo mothafuckin' face in
C-c'mon dog, let-just-give me- lemme keep some of that dope
Naw, bitch
C-c'mon, dog, lemme keep some of that cheese, mane
Naw, bitch
Aw, mane, c'mon lemme-lemme keep somethin', mane
Alright, my nig'
I'll tell you what you keep this mothafuckin' bullet, trick
A pill-uh for a punk mothafucka had to take them doses in his chest
Cause Triple Six, we cleanin' mothafuckas like the I.R.S
So when Lord Infamous on the creep tip with the big, black gun
I'm gonna reach out and touch someone
[Hook: DJ Paul, Gangsta Blac]
I-I gotta touch 'em, I gotta touch 'em, I know he's bailed
I gotta touch 'em, I gotta touch 'em, I know he's bailed
(Psycho in the cut, with the mask and the pistol grip)
I gotta touch 'em, I gotta touch 'em, I know he's bailed
I gotta touch 'em, I gotta touch 'em, I know he's bailed
(Psycho in the cut)
I gotta touch 'em, I gotta touch 'em, I know he's bailed
I gotta touch 'em, I gotta touch 'em, I know he's bailed
(Psycho in the cut, with the mask and the pistol grip)
I gotta touch 'em, I gotta touch 'em, I know he's bailed
I gotta touch 'em, I gotta touch 'em, I know he's bailed
(Psycho in the cut, with the mask and the pistol grip)

[Verse 2: Crunchy Black]
It was on a Sunday night, a n***a hit Paul back
He said he had a job for us to do to meet him at that Hardees on Lamar and Democrat
My girl beeped me, she told me Paul was on his fuckin' way
He hit me on the cellular phone, me 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 dump
Pussy nig in his shoes, dump 'em in a river fool
Tie a rope 'round his throat, drag 'em with the fuckin' boat
Crunchy Black ain't no ho, n***a, you don't hear me, though
Easy come, easy go, easily I shoot you, ho
[Verse 3: DJ Paul]
Well, Crunchy Black, I know you ain't a ho
But prove it to them bustas and stomp in they fuckin' door
A rich trick that splurges really needs to be touched but wait
I'll tell ya how my robbin' spree was created after the break

[Hook: DJ Paul, Gangsta Blac]
I-I gotta touch 'em, I gotta touch 'em, I know he's bailed
I gotta touch 'em, I gotta touch 'em, I know he's bailed
(Psycho in the cut, with the mask and the pistol grip)
I gotta touch 'em, I gotta touch 'em, I know he's bailed
I gotta touch 'em, I gotta touch 'em, I know he's bailed
(Psycho in the cut)
I gotta touch 'em, I gotta touch 'em, I know he's bailed
I gotta touch 'em, I gotta touch 'em, I know he's bailed
(Psycho in the cut, with the mask and the pistol grip)
I gotta touch 'em, I gotta touch 'em, I know he's bailed
I gotta touch 'em, I gotta touch 'em, I know he's bailed
(Psycho in the cut, with the mask and the pistol grip)

[Verse 3: DJ Paul]
Now, 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
Lanier, I had pure, I kept the whole school high
I took my little cheese to buy some Fila boots
Or a Kangol, and a LL Cool J Troop joggin' suit
That shit was on, back then, it was the trend, my brother Phil D
Was boomin' ki's, he always thanked me with some ends
Until one day the feds kicked his fuckin' door in
(Aww shit, aww shit) now all the shit'll come to an end
Ridin' the strip in a Candy Apple Vette
Or a IROC, blood red, gold rims and a drop top
But now, I gotta think of another plan
I joined up with some trill ass n***as and the street named me the "Killa Man"
For fast get-aways 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 a full three rounds
But now I gotta make 'em lay it down
I gotta make 'em lay it down
The 6 double-6 Mafia n***as rush, this is the touch