Touch It - Remix/Featuring Mary J. Blige, Rah Digga, Missy Elliot, Lloyd Banks, Papoose & DMX (Explcit)

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Aiyyo Swizzy

I told these niggas I was coming back to bust they ass!

Okay! Remix! Part two!

See, now you know who the God be

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

Flipmode, bitch, look see ain't nothin' changed

Now I'm back with the remix with the Queens of the game (Turn it up!!)

When you see me in the spot, you niggas better respect it

Y'all already know where I rep, ain't no reason to check it

And I know that you ain't fuckin' 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 fuck

If money ain't a thing, I'm sayin' let a bitch 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 pussy better than mine, they wanna

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Bus, this is serious, man!

(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 (Turn it up!!)

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, 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 gone with it

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'mma put a few in the range and let 'em

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(Get low, Papoose)

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