Hit A Muthafucker Lyrics

Hit A Muthafucker lyrics

(Chorus)x2
I bet you won't
Hit a motherfucker hit a motherfucker
(Bitch)
Hit a motherfucker hit a motherfucker
I bet you won't
Push a
motherfucker push a motherfucker (Hoe)
Push a motherfucker push a
motherfucker
I bet you won't

This ain't no game we bring the
pain
So don't you niggas trip
Fallin the club with all them thugs
And
five extra clips
Deep alsways deep is how we come cause we ain't no
joke
So when you hoes talk all this shit
We gonna cut ya throat
And
let you chuck right out the door, the Three 6 Mafia game
Now I was pullin a
fucking gun
We out so throw them thangs
Don't hit that white
Any why
the fuck act like you crazy man
We know you niggas just some hoes
You let
our nuts hang

(??)
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 plisto plex
I rack up many shots cuase 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 nigga
gotta take a deep breathe
A keep blowin till they
drop

(Chorus)x2

(??)
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 kit kiddy 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)

(??)
I heard the streets that a nigga has
said, something about that nigga
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, 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 fucking boy
Shouldn't of ran his mouth
about of the motherfucking prophet boys
Cause the prophet boys be
hypnotizing all of ya'll
Ganna tear around your throat and drag you like you
want

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(Gangsta Boo)
Why to styling at my face
Why
you talks behind my back
Hitting you hitting you down when I (??) to
attack
Never can't be fade
Cause this lady roll with right click
Now
I'm talking shit
Call me misses mobb bitch
Smoking automos all you hoes
boutin' my damn self
Never hanging with you skanks
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

(??)
(...??...)
See I call up then niggas operator tellin
me they
was stressed 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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