Three 6 Mafia One Hitta Quitta Lyrics

Yeah Mother f___ers
p____ n____z Get the f___ out our way now
Real n____z put your fist in your mother f___ing 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
n____ find out and get your f___ing teeth knocked out
Find out and get your f___ing teeth knocked out
I got that one hitta quitta that one hitta quitta quitta
One hitta quitta that one hitta quitta
n____ find out and get your f___ing teeth knocked out
Find out and get your f___ing teeth knocked out

A n____ 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 a__ drunk off a__ kicking potion
Cause this left mean death even in slow motion
Im gone break a n____ jaw break the f___ing law
Break him down raw break n____ all yall
If a n____ violate you in the club
It aint s___ ot talk about clock his a__ out

[Frayser Boy]
I never try to move fast I just stick to the script
If a n____ talking s___, hit that b____ in the lip
You got somthing to say about me
You n____s wanna doubt me
You mad cause I get the cash then a n____ out me
You won half of the bar n____ f___in payment
Kinda hectec when I disrespectite now a playa dead
but its cool you got to realize somthing these n____s fake
Its kinda like everything I love another n____ hate
[Chorus]

[Juicy J]
f___ these b____es im bout to pull this glock on
n____ 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____ bring it on
Studio gangsta probly gonna hit you with the microphone
Coward a__ b____ gon be sleeping with the lights on

[Lil Wyte]
Im not a gangsta but this s___ 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 f___er swing
And show that b____ what he been missing

[Chorus]

[Cruncy Black]
I got a one hitta quitta for any n____ talking s___
You talk s___ they find your body in the ditch
Aint nothing going on but that triple six
And hypnotize f___ing minds can you handle it
You in the club trying to show off in front of a b____
I beat you down and throw the f___in six
And go outside and get the extra clip
We make an example out of you n____ don't be next b____

[Lord Infamous]
You get chest of eagle beat til your cranium leak
Scarecrow the sandman Double R f___ing 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 here to play hit the deck
Crunch also say if you want to disrespect
With a one hitta quitta and some s___ to disfigure
To your hospital room to finish you off n____

[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