Lyrics Hit a Muthafucka - Three 6 Mafia
(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
(Chorus)x2
(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'
(Chorus)x2
1 Late Nite Tip
2 We Are Waiting
3 Land of the Lost
4 Anyone Out There
5 N 2 Deep
6 Neighborhood Hoe
7 Flashes
8 3-6 In the Morning
9 Weed Is Got Me High
10 Gunclaps
11 Spill My Blood
12 Watcha Do
13 I Ain't Cha Friend
14 Motivated
15 Are U Ready 4 Us (feat. Dayton Family)
16 Hit a Muthafucka
17 Will Blast
18 Studio Time
19 Prophet Posse (feat. Indo G & K-Rock)
20 Who Got Dem 9's (feat. Project Pat)
21 Tear Da Club Up '97
22 Bodyparts 2 (feat. Indo K, K-Rock, M-Child & Project Pat)
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