[talking]
excuse me while i sing to you
iand'm being real and thatand's the thing to do
iand'm just living and loving
smoking and fucking (yeah uh)
out here on the grind, yeah (alchemist this beat is stupid dope fresh)
if i canand't get no love then i can touch you
(shit is fly, throw back ya heard me)
[chorus]
iand'd rather touch you, yeah
(we ridinand' on these niggas come on)
and'stead iand'd rather bust at you (yeah, terror squad)
iand'd rather touch you, yeah (itand's goinand' down my niggas)
(stunna, face, joe crack the don)
and'stead iand'd rather bust at you
[fat joe]
you motherfuckers must be crazy
i been doinand' this shit since the eighties
run up in yo crib, snatch ya baby baby-baby
itand's the kid still holdinand' the crown
now that they give it iand'm holdinand' a pound
and iand'm lookinand' for some bustas who be actinand' like them niggas do dirt
come to find out they ainand't put in no work
an now my feelings is hurt
cause they decided that they wanted to murk
but iand'ma chase and'em to the end of the earth
cause iand'm a motherfuckinand' rider
you can see the pain in my face
got no problem exchanginand' the hate
they got me fightinand' a case
and if i blow will i face a fifteen
and iand'll probably do it all in the pen
but yo iand'm livinand' with it
death before dishonor for my niggas that ride
a thousand deaths if ya sellinand' ya pride ha ha ha
death before dishonor for my niggas that ride
a thousand deaths if ya sellinand' ya pride
you motherfuckers need to know that
[chorus]
iand'd rather touch you, yeah
and'stead iand'd rather bust at you
iand'd rather touch you, yeah
and'stead iand'd rather bust at you
[baby]
hey joe
we gonand' ball like dogs but keep it gangsta nigga
iand'm a guerilla on the streets but itand's time for the fun time
out of line, i bust with my tech nine
choose ya loose, i give ya the blues
oland' pussy ass nigga with his pussy ass crews
itand's the murder man mack, i stash in the lac
i bought my bricks from these dro back stacks
itand's the birdman baby come and holla at me later
duck ass niggas, we deal with and'em later
first you, go to the mall and you ball like a dog
and we drop the car, then holla at ya boy
tell them pussy ass niggas, break bread with the boy
joe, they breakinand' bread with the boy
tell big pun nigga, stunna ride for the boy
win or lose i ride for my boy
itand's the b-m gangsta, the d-boy click
we mash on bustas and we flip these bricks nigga
[chorus]
iand'd rather touch you, yeah
and'stead iand'd rather bust at you
iand'd rather touch you, yeah
and'stead iand'd rather bust at you
[scarface]
niggas tell me money talk
but bullshit is walkinand' out on four feet
thatand's why iand'm ridinand' on ya whole street
iand'll be a nigga till itand's said and done
iand'm from a section where ya fight till ya die cause ya never run
i keep my forty cal cocked cause these niggas on my block bang
right up the street from where the cops hang
and in my head i hear pac sang
and then them rushinand' memories make me cry till i canand't stop man
tell my mama iand'm a killer if i happen to die
thatand's how i lived, ainand't no sense in me lyinand'
my whole lifeand's filled with danger
never been a stranger to homicide
my neighborhoodand's full of gangstas and drive-bys
and niggas fightinand' for position
the demon has risen from out of prison
now iand'm losinand' my religion
thatand's how iand'm feeling when iand'm fuckinand' with you
cause i donand't fuck with you, now iand'm bustinand' at you
so fuck you dude
[chorus]
iand'd rather touch you, yeah (terror squad, facemob uh)
and'stead iand'd rather bust at you (cash money millionaires uh come on)
iand'd rather touch you, yeah (my tech, my mack)
and'stead iand'd rather bust at you (lick my uzi straight like that)
iand'd rather touch you, yeah (my tech, my mack)
and'stead iand'd rather bust at you (lick my uzi straight like that)
[scarface talking]
dedicated to my homeboy pac
love daddy
facemob in the house
fat joe and it donand't stop
come on
