UGK — Touched

[Intro: Smoke D & Bun B] Dawg, I'm just lookin', man, lookin' 'round, I see two niggas kissin', man Shit out of sight, motherfuckers tongue-kissin', hahaha Listen up, I got a story to tell Ayy, fool, listen up, I got a story to tell Say, dawg, listen up, I got a story to tell Say, man, listen up, I got this story to tell On the cool [Verse 1: Bun B] Now, once upon a time not too long ago A nigga like myself had to strong-arm a ho Now, this was not a ho in the sense of having a pussy But a pussy having no goddamn sense, tryna push me He used to hold dick, now he wanna be in my shoes Hatin' like a baby mama 'cause I'm payin' my dues Tryna hold on to my little chunk but now the punk in the parking lot bumping his gums With his ki's in the trunk, oh what, I'm supposed to jump 'cause you got a pump? You aimin' that bitch in the sky, you chump Point that motherfucker this way and dump Oh, what, you scared to go to the pen? Thinkin' them niggas gon' tap your rump Man, I thought he played bold but he ain't even fuss Man, the nigga was way swole actin' like he wanted to buss But his trigger stayed cold I wasn't surprised I recognized that fast breathin' and fear in his eyes Unmask his disguise, a sheep in wolf's clothing on the prey Who tried to hunt the hunter and got hunted down his goddamn self in PA Nigga, 'cause where we stay, ain't none of that kiki'ing or playin' So see A or E about your life 'fore you test yourself And make a nigga break you off some peace to rest yourself Oh, yes, your health is what's in question And I hope that this ass whippin' teach you a motherfuckin' lesson [Chorus: Mr. 3-2] Speak the wrong words man and you will get touched 'Cause deep down in the South, boy's comin' up cold Talkin' down on my name and what it's all about You niggas better be gettin some paper and get my name out yo' mouth 'Cause, uh, I don't know why you got flex with me Testin' me, but I'ma pull my shit and let you see That all that carry the jack ain't able to survive So you haters need to quit with that po' hustlin' and take another ride [Verse 2: Bun B] Niggas often cross the line The movies got these boys fucked up in the mind Not to mention the wine and codeine syrup combined Easy access to 9's, and shit talkin' hoes that's fine And all they got time for is four, switch a dime Committing crimes amped off water and some exaggerated rhyme So if bein' hard ain't in your heart Then don't start, niggas'll tear yo' weak mind apart [Verse 3: Pimp C] Bitch, your old man talkin' to me like I'm in school He don't know I hang with killers, we'll erase that fool Wouldn't give a fuck about him, but he kin to my son If you think that I'm that nigga, then you picked the wrong one 'Cause I live by the gun, die by the gun Hot bullets burn, some say that them bitches stung So raise your own children, don't try to raise mine And when you see me step with caution 'cause I'm buckin' for mines, bitch [Chorus: Mr. 3-2] Speak the wrong words, man, and you will get touched You done crossed the line, now you gon' get fucked I already told you before but you ain't barring that So this time I'm handlin' mine and gon' erase you off the map (Huh) Such a shame but it's all in the game And since the early '60s, ain't a damn thing changed We got haters over here and haters over there But I got my pistol and it ain't pointed in the air [Verse 4: Pimp C] I see you trippin' off that water and you feel like you bad 'Cause yo' bitch done chose a pimp and that pimp was Chad I see you hurt 'cause I fucked your girl Put big dick in her world, bust nuts in her curl When I hit it from the back she said, "Baby, I can't take it" Push my dick up in her harder, bitch, I'm straight up tryna break it You a simp-ass nigga, you told that bitch that you love her But I'm straight up fuckin' that pussy like that nigga off that Colors But I ain't gonna get shot 'cause you ain't shootin' shit The best thing you can do is go and try and beat that bitch 'Cause this man's style, showstopper, pistol popper, you ain't ready If I let this hot thing hit you fool, your stomach like spaghetti Fool you talkin' loud but you move too slow Tellin' niggas all your plans, got you tied up in a van Nigga what the fuck is up? (Up) In the place to be First I want the money, nigga, then I want the fuckin' ki's Kidnap, robbery, 'cause you said you wanted me dead Since you want a nigga dead, buck that bitch off in his head Just like E-40, nigga, I be comin' fed Got the sawed off pump with night vision, infrared So play me like a pussy and you will get fucked Nigga, I'm hangin' out the truck b-buck, buck Hit your nigga in the leg, hit yo' bitch in the gut But we know where your ass stay so your ass will get touched [Chorus: Mr. 3-2] Speak the wrong words, I'm high on them herbs And you will get touched 'cause yo' ass deserve To get done real bad in front of yo' kids To show 'em what real type of bitch you is And, uh, it's that boy named 3 to the 2 Forever stayin' true, just a player makin' do And I gotta tell it to the whole wide world How you got bitched, razor necked, just like a motherfuckin' girl [Outro: Mr. 3-2] Little, motherfuckin' girl That's what you're actin' like, bitch Eat my dick, haha