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Three 6 Mafia

"One Hitta Quitta"

Yeah Motherf*ckers
pus*y n*ggas Get the f*ck out right now
Real n*ggas put your fist in your mother f*cking 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

[Hook: DJ Paul] 2x
I got that one hitta quitta that one hitta quitta quitta
One hitta quitta that one hitta quitta
n*gga find out and get your f*cking teeth knocked out
Find out and get your f*cking teeth knocked out

[Verse 1: DJ Paul]
A n*gga 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 potion
Cause we left him there even in slow motion
Im gone break a n*gga jaw break the f*cking law
Break him down raw break n*gga all y'all
If a n*gga violate you in the club
It ain't sh*t tp talk about clock his ass out

[Verse 2: Frayser Boy]
I never try to move fast I just stick to the script
If a n*gga talking sh*t, hit that b*tch in the lip
You got somthing to say about me
You n*ggas wanna doubt me
You mad cause I get the cash then a n*gga out
You won half of the bar n*gga f*ckin' payment
Kinda hectic when I disrespectite now a playa dead
But its cool you got to realize somthing these n*ggas fake
Its kinda like everything I love another n*gga hate

[Hook]

[Juicy J]
f*ck these b*tches im bout to pull this Glock out
n*gga 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 n*gga bring it on
Studio gangsta probly gonna hit you with the microphone
Coward ass b*tch gon be sleeping with the lights on

[Lil Wyte]
Im not a gangsta but this sh*t 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 ain't gon safety ain't 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 f*cker swing
And show that b*tch what he been missing

[Hook]

[Crunchy Black]
I got a one hitta quitta for any n*gga talking sh*t
You talk sh*t they find your body in the ditch
Ain't nothing going on but that triple six
And hypnotize f*cking minds can you handle it
You in the club trying to show off in front of a b*tch
I beat you down and throw the f*ckin six
And go outside and get the extra clip
We make an example out of you n*gga don't be next b*tch

[Lord Infamous]
You get the Desert Eagle beat till your cranium leak
Scarecrow the sandman, double aught buck: you sleep
When I pull this unit it's intensive care unit
And I steal your blood type so they can't transfuse it
World War Z, hear the BLAY! hit the deck
Keyser Soze usual suspect
With a one hitta quitta and some sh*t to disfigure
In your hospital room to finish you off n*gga

[Hook]

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
   

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