Three 6 Mafia - One Hitta Quitta

Yeah Mother fkers
p*ssy Get the fk out right now
Real put your fist in your mother fking 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
nigg* find out and get your fking teeth knocked out
Find out and get your fking teeth knocked out
I got that one hitta quitta that one hitta quitta quitta
One hitta quitta that one hitta quitta
nigg* find out and get your fking teeth knocked out
Find out and get your fking teeth knocked out

D.J. Paul
A nigg* 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 as* drunk off as* kicking
Cause we left him there even in slow motion
Im gone break a nigg* jaw break the fking law
Break him down raw break nigg* all yall
If a nigg* violate you in the club
It aint s**t ot talk about clock his as* out

Frayser Boy
I never try to move fast I just stick to the script
If a nigg* talking s**t, hit that b*tch in the lip
You got somthing to say about me
You wanna doubt me
You mad cause I get the cash then a nigg* out
You won half of the bar nigg* fkin payment
Kinda hectec when I disrespectite now a playa dead
but its cool you got to realize somthing these fake
Its kinda like everything I love another nigg* hate
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Juicy J
fk these girls ima pull this glock on
nigg* 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 nigg* bring it on (y'all)
Studio gangsta probly gonna hit you with the microphone
Coward as* b*tch gon be sleeping with the lights on

Lil Wyte
Im not a gangsta but this s**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 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 Wyte ain't got no choice
To beat the compition
Let that mother fker swing
And show that b*tch what he been missing

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Crunchy Black
I got a one hitta quitta for any nigg* talking s**t
You talk s**t they find your body in the ditch
Aint nothing going on but that triple six
And hypnotize fking 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 fkin six
And go outside and get the extra clip
We make an example out of you nigg* don't be next b*tch

Lord Infamous
You get chest of eagle beat til your cranium leak
Scarecrow the sandman Double R fking sleep
When I pull this unit it's intensive care unit
And I steal your blood type 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 s**t to disfigure
In your hospital room to finish you off nigg*

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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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