"Touch It (Remix 3)" lyrics
"Touch It (Remix 3)"
(feat. Lloyd Banks, Papoose)
Touch it - bring it - babe - watch it - turn it - leave it - stop - format it
Touch it - bring it - babe - watch it - turn it - leave it - stop - format it
Touch it - bring it - babe - watch it - turn it - leave it - stop - format it
Touch it - bring it - babe - watch it - turn it - leave it - stop - format it
[Busta Rhymes {Lloyd Banks}:]
Aiyyo Swizz (It ain't over) we done created another epidemic for the streets nigga
Just when y'all thought it was safe to poke your head out again, let's go!
I know you thought we was finished, Flipmode bitch!
{G-Unit!} Yeah! Street Sweet!
Remix part three! Remix part three! Remix part three!
Aiyyo just imagine if they cut the lights off in the club
[Lloyd Banks (Busta Rhymes):]
(Get low Banks!) Who you know that got a flow this sick
Pump shotty nobody can hold his click
Them hoes eyeing they probably on my dick
The chocolate would look good in my all white whip (turn it up!)
And you know I stay with the skits so don't even try
Kiss yo' ass bye bye you be alone in the sky
And the first human being now to learn how to fly
And I be low in the BM on my way out NY
(Get low Banks!) I know it feels like I been gone for a minute
But I'm back chinchilla ice on with a fitted
Everybody talk money everybody gonna run
With that bowl of bread smaller than the arm of a midget
(Turn it up!) and you know I'm doing my thing it's blue in the ring
If you had it like this you probably do it the same
But you won't 'cause you broke all you do is complain
After the club, I'm a put a few in the range and let 'em
Touch it - bring it - babe - watch it - turn it - leave it - stop - format it
Touch it - bring it - babe - watch it - turn it - leave it - stop - format it
Touch it - bring it - babe - watch it - turn it - leave it - stop - format it
Touch it - bring it - babe - watch it - turn it - leave it - stop - format it
[Papoose (Busta Rhymes):]
(Get low Papoose!) Papoose, Papoose, had to get on this club banger
Smack you in your mouth make you swallow your pulp razor
Pop a couple bottles laugh about it with Bus later
Bare witness I'm the young savior (turn it up!)
I got Staten Island on my pinky queens on my thumb dude
The Bronx on my middle finger screaming, "Fuck you!"
Rock ice in Manhattan so there's the ring finger
You know I had to keep Brooklyn on the stringer finger
(Get low Pap!) Five boroughs of death, you don't understand
I got New York City in the palm of my hand
Now I could make a tight fist and let it crumble ridiculous
Or I could smack the world with a New York Nemesis (turn it up!)
I flip the mag and get the clapping if it happens rip his jacket
Split his back and lift his head I'm getting at him (ha!)
Pick up a different mag and then attack him when I grab him shit is blasting
With a passion get it cracking the assassin, you let 'em
Touch it - bring it - babe - watch it - turn it - leave it - stop - format it
Touch it - bring it - babe - watch it - turn it - leave it - stop - format it
Touch it - bring it - babe - watch it - turn it - leave it - stop - format it
Touch it - bring it - babe - watch it - turn it - leave it - stop - format it
[Busta Rhymes:]
(Get low Bus!) You see me you love me the streets declare me god of the hood
You niggas is watching and wishing you could
Be claiming the throne the way I got it lock it mu'fuckers
What's good you trying to stop it I'm wishing you would (turn it up!)
'Cause them I'm glad to hit you with the fact that the god is immortal as spit
The way I be doing historical shit
In case you and your niggas act like you ain't know when I'm informing your clique
I take your bitch while I'm perfoming my shit
(Get low Bus!) As I was saying niggas know I ain't playing
There's no more delaying I'm coming and slaying
The street with the heat now turn up the beat until you go deaf
I eat a nigga food until nothing left (turn it up!)
Now the way I'm killing at this mass like I'm doing [?]
Respect it you better get to saluting me when you see me
Lloyd Banks, Papoose and Busta Bus yeah I'm greedy
I paint the illest picture for the hood like I do graffiti
Touch it - bring it - babe - watch it - turn it - leave it - stop - format it
Touch it - bring it - babe - watch it - turn it - leave it - stop - format it
Touch it - bring it - babe - watch it - turn it - leave it - stop - format it
Touch it - bring it - babe - watch it - turn it - leave it - stop - format it
Anything is
Thanks to angeleyeznyc05, chillinlikeavillian11, XSeXiiMess69 for correcting these lyrics.
Writer(s): Mary J. Blige, Trevor Smith, Christopher Charles Lloyd, Rashia Tashan Fisher, Melissa A. Elliott, Willie Shamele Mackie, Kasseem Dean, Thomas Bangalter, Earl Simmons, Guy Manuel Homem Christo
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