Three 6 Mafia - One Hitta Quitta lyrics

Yeah Motherfuckers
Pussy Niggas Get the fuck out right now
Real Niggas put your fist in
Your mother fucking hand
Like this it's going down
This is for my GD's and my C-R-IP's
My vice lord's and B-L double O-D's
This is for my GD's and my C-R-IP's
My vice lord's and B-L double O-D's

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

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 potion
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 y'all
If a nigga violate you in the club
It ain't shit tp talk about clock his ass out

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 hectic when I disrespectite
Now a playa dead but, it's cool you got to
Realize somthing these niggas fake
Its kinda like everything I
Love another nigga hate

Fuck these bitches im bout to
Pull this Glock out
Nigga come wrong he gon half
To get popped on
Fool acting hard he been listning
To da pac song don't 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
Studio gangsta probly gonna hit
You with the microphone
Coward ass bitch gon be sleeping
With the lights on

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
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 fucker swing
And show that bitch what he been missing

I got a one hitta quitta
For any nigga talking shit
You talk shit they find your
Body in the ditch
Ain't 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

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 shit to disfigure
In your hospital room to finish you off nigga

This is for my GD's and my C-R-IPs
My vice lords and B-L double o-D's
This is for my GD's and my C-R-IPs
My vice lords and B-L double o-D's
This is for my GD's and my C-R-IPs
My vice lords and B-L double o-D's
This is for my GD's and my C-R-IPs
My vice lords and B-L double o-D's