Three 6 Mafia - Hit A Muth*fker
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I bet you won't
Hit a motherfker, hit a motherfker (b*tch)
Hit a motherfker, hit a motherfker
I bet you won't
Push a motherfker, push a motherfker (Hoe)
Push a motherfker, push a motherfker
I bet you won't
Juicy J:
This ain't no game, we bring the pain
So don't you trip
Fallin the club with all them thugs
And 'bout five extra clips
Deep alsways deep is how we come cause we ain't no joke
So when you hoes talk all this s**t
We gonna cut ya throat
And let you chuck right out the door, the Three 6 Mafia game
Now I was pullin a fking gun
We out so throw them thangs
Don't hit that white
Any why the fk act like you crazy man
We know you just some hoes
You let our nuts hang
Lord Infamous:
And let me crack you mind up
Want to get you hypnotized cause you this scarecrow
Keep a mystic type of business than we run
You may not cap to the s's
Cause we young, my time, my flex
It's a futuristic and autistic mega pistol plex
I rack up many shots cause on my run colegri pop
I make sure they get so wild, they bustin caps right on the spot
All around the planet rock, the ghetto clocks don't stop
My nigg* gotta take a deep breathe
A keep blowin till they drop
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DJ Paul:
We ain't going to stop until some down people die up in the audience
Word up, push them to the floor
Put your foot in his guts so aple watch them fully trample
Shoot a pistol in the air, make it so security can't handle
The crowd, the gotta ru rush before a few gonna get crushed
Crush crush, we got it buck buck (The Three 6)
And when the shows over I want to see (??) nothing but bodies
On the floor and they got no Three 6 (Surprise)
Crunchy Black:
I heard the streets that a nigg* has said, something about that nigg*
I think his name was Cruchy Blac
But I walk up to his house, I knocked upon his door
When he came to the door, then I hit him in the mouth
And I knocked him on the floor
Then I hit him and hit him somemore
Then I told that fking boy
Shouldn't of ran his mouth about of the motherfking prophet boys
Cause the prophet boys be hypnotizing all of ya'll
Ganna tie a rope around your throat and drag you like a dog
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Gangsta Boo:
Why to styling at my face
Why you talks behind my back
b*tch are you up b*tch are you down when I starts to attack
Never can be faded
Cause this lady roll with the right click
Now I'm talking s**t
Call me misses mobb b*tch
Smoking optomo's all you hoes boutin' my d*mn self
Never hanging with you sk*nks
Cause I'm bad for your health
Playa haters out you stars pullin' cars bout' yourself
We be stanking like some fart under sheets, hold your breathe
Koopsta Knicca:
(...??...)
See I call up then operator tellin me they
was scared with you up on that house that I'm hell
Looking out there
See you telling always tell who freezy's always shells
(...??...)
How she really cares bout' her hair
Here he thinks he stabbs around a hoe round'
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