Three 6 Mafia - One Hitta Quitta lyrics

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Yeah Mother Fuckers

Pussy Niggaz Get the fuck out our way now

Real Niggaz put your fist in your mother fucking hand

Like this it's going down

This is for my GD's and my C-R-I-P's

My vice lord's and B-L double O-D's

This is for my GD's and my C-R-I-P's

My vice lord's and B-L double O-D's

[Chorus]

I got that one hitta quitta that one hitta quitta quitta

One hitta quitta that one hitta quitta

Nigga find out and get your fucking teeth knocked out

Find out and get your fucking teeth knocked out

I got that one hitta quitta that one hitta quitta quitta

One hitta quitta that one hitta quitta

Nigga find out and get your fucking teeth knocked out

Find out and get your fucking teeth knocked out

[D.J. Paul]

A nigga knocked out as soon as I stepped throught the door

I guess they thought we playing but i guess they didn't know

We started kicking ass drunk off ass kicking

Cause we left him there even in slow motion

Im gone break a nigga jaw break the fucking law

Break him down raw break nigga all yall

If a nigga violate you in the club

It aint shit ot talk about clock his ass out

[Frayser Boy]

I never try to move fast I just stick to the script

If a nigga talking shit, hit that bitch in the lip

You got somthing to say about me

You niggas wanna doubt me

You mad cause I get the cash then a nigga out

You won half of the bar nigga fuckin payment

Kinda hectec when I disrespectite now a playa dead

but its cool you got to realize somthing these niggas fake

Its kinda like everything I love another nigga hate

[Chorus]

[Juicy J]

Fuck these bitches ima pull this glock on

Nigga come wrong he gon half to get popped on

Fool acting hard he been listning to da pac song

Dont let this rap music get your door knocked on

Maybe knocked in with some friends holding bright crome

Think we playing witcha boy nigga bring it on (y'all)

Studio gangsta probly gonna hit you with the microphone

Coward ass bitch gon be sleeping with the lights on

[Lil Wyte]

Im not a gangsta but this shit is for the Crips and the bloods

Gd's vice lords and white boys come claiming to be thugs

I got a one hitta quitta and aint gon safety aint on

On these boney knuckles and all

The things youll soon be regreting

I have a closed captioned Marijuana treated brain

Meaning when you hit the ground

I'll spill it out across the screen

Round one and white ain't got no choice

To beat the compition

Let that mother fucker swing

And show that bitch what he been missing

[Chorus]

[Crunchy Black]

I got a one hitta quitta for any nigga talking shit

You talk shit they find your body in the ditch

Aint nothing going on but that triple six

And hypnotize fucking minds can you handle it

You in the club trying to show off in front of a bitch

I beat you down and throw the fuckin six

And go outside and get the extra clip

We make an example out of you nigga don't be next bitch

[Lord Infamous]

You get chest of eagle beat til your cranium leak

Scarecrow the sandman Double R fucking sleep

When I pull this unit it's intinsive care unit

And I spill your blood tight so they can't transfuse it

War war vet hear the blay! hit the deck

Kaiser Soze, usual suspect

With a one hitta quitta and some shit to disfigure

In your hospital room to finish you off nigga

[Chorus]

This is for my GD's and my C-R-I-Ps

My vice lords and B-L double O-D's

This is for my GD's and my C-R-I-Ps

My vice lords and B-L double O-D's

This is for my GD's and my C-R-I-Ps

My vice lords and B-L double O-D's

This is for my GD's and my C-R-I-Ps

My vice lords and B-L double O-D's