Dj Paul - One Hitta Quitta lyrics

Yeah Motherf**ers p**y n***as Get the f** out right now Real n***as 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 [Hook: DJ Paul] 2x I got that one hitta quitta that one hitta quitta quitta One hitta quitta that one hitta quitta n***a find out and get your f**ing teeth knocked out Find out and get your f**ing teeth knocked out [Verse 1: DJ Paul] A n***a 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 we left him there even in slow motion Im gone break a n***a jaw break the f**ing law Break him down raw break n***a all y'all If a n***a violate you in the club It ain't sh** tp talk about clock his a** out [Verse 2: Frayser Boy] I never try to move fast I just stick to the script If a n***a talking sh**, hit that b**h in the lip You got somthing to say about me You n***as wanna doubt me You mad cause I get the cash then a n***a out You won half of the bar n***a f**in' payment Kinda hectic when I disrespectite now a playa dead But its cool you got to realize somthing these n***as fake Its kinda like everything I love another n***a hate [Hook] [Juicy J] f** these b**hes im bout to pull this Glock out n***a 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***a bring it on Studio gangsta probly gonna hit you with the microphone Coward a** b**h gon be sleeping with the lights on [Lil Wyte] Im not a gangsta but this sh** 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 f**er swing And show that b**h what he been missing [Hook] [Crunchy Black] I got a one hitta quitta for any n***a talking sh** You talk sh** they find your body in the ditch Ain't 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**h 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***a don't be next b**h [Lord Infamous] 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 (?) hear the BLAY! hit the deck Keyser Soze usual suspect With a one hitta quitta and some sh** to disfigure In your hospital room to finish you off n***a [Hook] 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