Touch It (Remix) feat Lloyd Banks and Papoose (Dirty)
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โฑ๏ธ 3:58 duration
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๐ Lyrics
(Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it) Aiy yo 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, Streetsweepers
Remix part three, remix part three, remix part three
Ay yo just imagine if they cut the lights off in the club
(Get low Banks!) Who you know that got a flow this sick?
Pump shorty nobody can hold his click
Them hoes eyeing' they probably on my dick
Your chocolate would look good in my all white whip (Turn it up)
And you know I stay with the skits so they 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 doin' 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
(Get low Papoose) Papoose, Pa-poose, 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, screamin' fuck you
Rock ice in Manhattan so there's the ring finger
You know I had to keep Brooklyn on the trigger 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 clappin' if it happens rip his jacket
Split his back and lift his head, I'm gettin' at him (Ha!!)
Pick up a different mag and then attack him when I grab him trigger blastin'
With a passion, get it crackin' the assassin' you let him
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
(Get low Bus!) You see me you love me the streets declare me God of the hood
You niggaz is watchin' and wishin' you could
Be claimin the throne the way I got it lock it mu'fuckers
What's good you tryin' to stop it I'm wishin' you would (Turn it up)
'Cause them I'm black I hit you with the fact that the God is immortal as spit
The way I be doin' historical shit
Incase you and your nigga's act like you ain't know when I'm informin' your click
I take your bitch while I'm performin' my shit
(Get low Bus!) As I was sayin niggaz know I ain't playin
There's no more delayin' I'm comin' and slayin'
The street with the heat now turn up the beat until you go deaf
I eat a nigga food until nothin left (Turn it up)
Now the way I'm killin' at this mass like I'm doin' the Booker T
Respect it, you better get the salutin' me when you see me
Lloyd Banks, Papoose and Busta Bus yeah, I'm greedy
I paint the illust picture for the hood like I do graffiti so
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
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
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
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, Streetsweepers
Remix part three, remix part three, remix part three
Ay yo just imagine if they cut the lights off in the club
(Get low Banks!) Who you know that got a flow this sick?
Pump shorty nobody can hold his click
Them hoes eyeing' they probably on my dick
Your chocolate would look good in my all white whip (Turn it up)
And you know I stay with the skits so they 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 doin' 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
(Get low Papoose) Papoose, Pa-poose, 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, screamin' fuck you
Rock ice in Manhattan so there's the ring finger
You know I had to keep Brooklyn on the trigger 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 clappin' if it happens rip his jacket
Split his back and lift his head, I'm gettin' at him (Ha!!)
Pick up a different mag and then attack him when I grab him trigger blastin'
With a passion, get it crackin' the assassin' you let him
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
(Get low Bus!) You see me you love me the streets declare me God of the hood
You niggaz is watchin' and wishin' you could
Be claimin the throne the way I got it lock it mu'fuckers
What's good you tryin' to stop it I'm wishin' you would (Turn it up)
'Cause them I'm black I hit you with the fact that the God is immortal as spit
The way I be doin' historical shit
Incase you and your nigga's act like you ain't know when I'm informin' your click
I take your bitch while I'm performin' my shit
(Get low Bus!) As I was sayin niggaz know I ain't playin
There's no more delayin' I'm comin' and slayin'
The street with the heat now turn up the beat until you go deaf
I eat a nigga food until nothin left (Turn it up)
Now the way I'm killin' at this mass like I'm doin' the Booker T
Respect it, you better get the salutin' me when you see me
Lloyd Banks, Papoose and Busta Bus yeah, I'm greedy
I paint the illust picture for the hood like I do graffiti so
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
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
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
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:00.26] (Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it) Aiy yo Swizz (It ain't over)
[00:02.37] We done created another epidemic for the streets nigga
[00:05.62] Just when y'all thought it was safe to poke your head out again
[00:08.88] Let's go
[00:10.48] I know you thought we was finished, Flipmode bitch
[00:15.19] (G-Unit!!!) Yeah, Streetsweepers
[00:18.31] Remix part three, remix part three, remix part three
[00:24.60] Ay yo just imagine if they cut the lights off in the club
[00:27.62] (Get low Banks!) Who you know that got a flow this sick?
[00:30.79] Pump shorty nobody can hold his click
[00:32.96] Them hoes eyeing' they probably on my dick
[00:35.32] Your chocolate would look good in my all white whip (Turn it up)
[00:37.73] And you know I stay with the skits so they don't even try
[00:40.05] Kiss yo ass bye bye, you be alone in the sky
[00:42.51] And the first human being now to learn how to fly
[00:44.52] And I be low in the BM, on my way out NY
[00:46.95] (Get low Banks) I know it feels like I been gone for a minute
[00:49.21] But I'm back chinchilla Ice on with a fitted
[00:51.74] Everybody talk money everybody gonna run
[00:54.02] With that bowl of bread smaller than the arm of a midget
[00:55.98] (Turn it up) And you know I'm doin' my thing, it's blue in the ring
[00:58.82] If you had it like this, you probably do it the same
[01:01.03] But you won't 'cause you broke, all you do is complain
[01:03.42] After the club, I'm a put a few in the Range and let 'em
[01:06.13] Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
[01:08.51] Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
[01:10.75] Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
[01:13.28] Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
[01:15.40] Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
[01:17.89] Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
[01:20.39] Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
[01:22.55] Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
[01:23.44] (Get low Papoose) Papoose, Pa-poose, had to get on this club banger
[01:27.39] Smack you in your mouth make you swallow your pulp razor
[01:29.75] Pop a couple bottles laugh about it with Bus later
[01:32.11] Bare witness I'm the young savior (Turn it up)
[01:33.89] I got Staten Island on my pinky queens on my thumb dude
[01:36.75] The Bronx on my middle finger, screamin' fuck you
[01:39.13] Rock ice in Manhattan so there's the ring finger
[01:41.42] You know I had to keep Brooklyn on the trigger finger
[01:43.45] (Get low Pap!) Five boroughs of death, you don't understand
[01:45.98] I got New York City in the palm of my hand
[01:48.25] Now I could make a tight fist and let it crumble ridiculous
[01:50.99] Or I could smack the world with a New York Nemesis (Turn it up)
[01:53.15] I flip the mag and get the clappin' if it happens rip his jacket
[01:55.55] Split his back and lift his head, I'm gettin' at him (Ha!!)
[01:57.59] Pick up a different mag and then attack him when I grab him trigger blastin'
[02:00.39] With a passion, get it crackin' the assassin' you let him
[02:02.65] Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
[02:04.95] Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
[02:07.22] Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
[02:09.64] Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
[02:11.87] Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
[02:14.35] Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
[02:16.56] Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
[02:18.81] Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
[02:20.47] (Get low Bus!) You see me you love me the streets declare me God of the hood
[02:23.90] You niggaz is watchin' and wishin' you could
[02:25.69] Be claimin the throne the way I got it lock it mu'fuckers
[02:28.17] What's good you tryin' to stop it I'm wishin' you would (Turn it up)
[02:30.69] 'Cause them I'm black I hit you with the fact that the God is immortal as spit
[02:33.38] The way I be doin' historical shit
[02:35.12] Incase you and your nigga's act like you ain't know when I'm informin' your click
[02:38.03] I take your bitch while I'm performin' my shit
[02:39.98] (Get low Bus!) As I was sayin niggaz know I ain't playin
[02:42.66] There's no more delayin' I'm comin' and slayin'
[02:44.54] The street with the heat now turn up the beat until you go deaf
[02:47.06] I eat a nigga food until nothin left (Turn it up)
[02:49.32] Now the way I'm killin' at this mass like I'm doin' the Booker T
[02:51.86] Respect it, you better get the salutin' me when you see me
[02:54.28] Lloyd Banks, Papoose and Busta Bus yeah, I'm greedy
[02:56.66] I paint the illust picture for the hood like I do graffiti so
[02:59.15] Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
[03:01.13] Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
[03:03.64] Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
[03:06.11] Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
[03:08.48] Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
[03:10.75] Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
[03:13.29] Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
[03:15.34] Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
[03:17.95]
[03:27.18] Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
[03:29.72] Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
[03:32.16] Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
[03:34.35] Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
[03:36.67] Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
[03:38.92] Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
[03:41.45] Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
[03:43.74] Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
[03:46.02] Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
[03:48.45] Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
[03:50.70] Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
[03:53.11] Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
[03:54.52]
[00:02.37] We done created another epidemic for the streets nigga
[00:05.62] Just when y'all thought it was safe to poke your head out again
[00:08.88] Let's go
[00:10.48] I know you thought we was finished, Flipmode bitch
[00:15.19] (G-Unit!!!) Yeah, Streetsweepers
[00:18.31] Remix part three, remix part three, remix part three
[00:24.60] Ay yo just imagine if they cut the lights off in the club
[00:27.62] (Get low Banks!) Who you know that got a flow this sick?
[00:30.79] Pump shorty nobody can hold his click
[00:32.96] Them hoes eyeing' they probably on my dick
[00:35.32] Your chocolate would look good in my all white whip (Turn it up)
[00:37.73] And you know I stay with the skits so they don't even try
[00:40.05] Kiss yo ass bye bye, you be alone in the sky
[00:42.51] And the first human being now to learn how to fly
[00:44.52] And I be low in the BM, on my way out NY
[00:46.95] (Get low Banks) I know it feels like I been gone for a minute
[00:49.21] But I'm back chinchilla Ice on with a fitted
[00:51.74] Everybody talk money everybody gonna run
[00:54.02] With that bowl of bread smaller than the arm of a midget
[00:55.98] (Turn it up) And you know I'm doin' my thing, it's blue in the ring
[00:58.82] If you had it like this, you probably do it the same
[01:01.03] But you won't 'cause you broke, all you do is complain
[01:03.42] After the club, I'm a put a few in the Range and let 'em
[01:06.13] Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
[01:08.51] Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
[01:10.75] Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
[01:13.28] Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
[01:15.40] Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
[01:17.89] Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
[01:20.39] Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
[01:22.55] Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
[01:23.44] (Get low Papoose) Papoose, Pa-poose, had to get on this club banger
[01:27.39] Smack you in your mouth make you swallow your pulp razor
[01:29.75] Pop a couple bottles laugh about it with Bus later
[01:32.11] Bare witness I'm the young savior (Turn it up)
[01:33.89] I got Staten Island on my pinky queens on my thumb dude
[01:36.75] The Bronx on my middle finger, screamin' fuck you
[01:39.13] Rock ice in Manhattan so there's the ring finger
[01:41.42] You know I had to keep Brooklyn on the trigger finger
[01:43.45] (Get low Pap!) Five boroughs of death, you don't understand
[01:45.98] I got New York City in the palm of my hand
[01:48.25] Now I could make a tight fist and let it crumble ridiculous
[01:50.99] Or I could smack the world with a New York Nemesis (Turn it up)
[01:53.15] I flip the mag and get the clappin' if it happens rip his jacket
[01:55.55] Split his back and lift his head, I'm gettin' at him (Ha!!)
[01:57.59] Pick up a different mag and then attack him when I grab him trigger blastin'
[02:00.39] With a passion, get it crackin' the assassin' you let him
[02:02.65] Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
[02:04.95] Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
[02:07.22] Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
[02:09.64] Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
[02:11.87] Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
[02:14.35] Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
[02:16.56] Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
[02:18.81] Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
[02:20.47] (Get low Bus!) You see me you love me the streets declare me God of the hood
[02:23.90] You niggaz is watchin' and wishin' you could
[02:25.69] Be claimin the throne the way I got it lock it mu'fuckers
[02:28.17] What's good you tryin' to stop it I'm wishin' you would (Turn it up)
[02:30.69] 'Cause them I'm black I hit you with the fact that the God is immortal as spit
[02:33.38] The way I be doin' historical shit
[02:35.12] Incase you and your nigga's act like you ain't know when I'm informin' your click
[02:38.03] I take your bitch while I'm performin' my shit
[02:39.98] (Get low Bus!) As I was sayin niggaz know I ain't playin
[02:42.66] There's no more delayin' I'm comin' and slayin'
[02:44.54] The street with the heat now turn up the beat until you go deaf
[02:47.06] I eat a nigga food until nothin left (Turn it up)
[02:49.32] Now the way I'm killin' at this mass like I'm doin' the Booker T
[02:51.86] Respect it, you better get the salutin' me when you see me
[02:54.28] Lloyd Banks, Papoose and Busta Bus yeah, I'm greedy
[02:56.66] I paint the illust picture for the hood like I do graffiti so
[02:59.15] Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
[03:01.13] Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
[03:03.64] Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
[03:06.11] Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
[03:08.48] Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
[03:10.75] Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
[03:13.29] Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
[03:15.34] Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
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[03:27.18] Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
[03:29.72] Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
[03:32.16] Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
[03:34.35] Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
[03:36.67] Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
[03:38.92] Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
[03:41.45] Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
[03:43.74] Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
[03:46.02] Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
[03:48.45] Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
[03:50.70] Touch it, bring it, babe, watch it
[03:53.11] Turn it, leave it, stop, format it
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