Touch It (Remix|Edited)

Touch It (Featuring Mary J. Blige, Rah Digga, Missy Elliot, Lloyd Banks, Papoose & DMX) (Remix|Edited) - Busta Rhymes/Mary J. Blige/Rah Digga/Missy Elliott/Lloyd Banks/Papoose/DMX

Lyrics by：Kasseem Dean/Busta Rhymes/Thomas Bangalter/Guy Manuel Homem-Christo

Composed by：Kasseem Dean/Busta Rhymes/Thomas Bangalter/Guy Manuel Homem-Christo

Produced by：Swizz Beatz

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See now you know who the God be

Back runnin' the city and you know who the squad be

Flipmode b***h look see ain't nothin' changed

Now I'm back with the remix with the queens of the game

When you see me in the spot

You n***as better respect it

Y'all already know where I rep

Ain't no reason to check it

And I know that you ain't f**kin'

With me just for the record

So instead I'mma let Mary J Blige come and set it

Now get low Mary

Maybe you can guess who it is

Uh huh

Mary J Blige I'm 'bout to handle my biz

Uh huh

I'm on my grown woman

Still I rep for the kids

In every hood and all my peoples doin' a bid

Turn it up

Now you know who's really the queen deliver the mail

Seven hundred thirty thousand

First week of my sales

The haters plot and they watch

Lookin' all pale

While I'm on a yacht overseas

Doin' my nails

Get low digga

Now he sittin' there lookin' stuck

He thinkin' 'cause he spent a little dough I'm gon' f**k

If money ain't a thing

I'm sayin' let a b***h know

Type to empty an account

How far you willin' to go

Turn it up

Now he hopin' on the jet

He ain't wastin' no time

Told me all expense paid anyplace I could find

Hit the Islands in the Winter

Trickin' all on his dime

Ain't a shorty in the world

Better than mine they wanna

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Get low Missy

I'm jinglin' baby go 'head mami

Don't I look charmin' put your lips up on me

Kiss it touch it good yes I wish you would

You like to see me when I dip baby dip

Don't it look like I got Beyonce's hips

Lookin' like I could be like Nia Long

Boy you smokin' that Cheech and Chong

Get low

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 gone with it

With that bowl of bread smaller

Than the arm of a midget

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'mma put

A few in the range and let 'em

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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

I got staten Island on my pinky

Queens on my thumb dude

The Bronx on my middle finger screamin' f**k you

Rock ice in Manhattan so there's the ring finger

You know I had to keep Brooklyn on the trigger finger

Swizz is the monster X is the beast

With bus everyday is a feast

Stay off the streets

I'm tired of talkin to y'all n***as

I'm a stick a fork in y'all n***as

When I hit 'em man

That truck come get 'em man

I did 'em man

Ain't no remorse for the corpse truth is

Can't ID the body n***a toothless

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You see me you love me

The streets declare me God of the hood

You n***as is watchin' and wishin' you could

Be claimin' the throne the way I got it

Lock it mu

What's good you tryin' to stop it

I'm wishin' you would

'Cause then I'm glad to hit you with

The fact that the God is immortal as spit

The way I be doin' historical s**t

In case you and your n***as act like

You ain't know when I'm informin' your click

I take your while I'm performin' my

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