Three 6 Mafia - Hit A Muthaf**er lyrics

(chorus)x2 I bet you won't Hit a motherf**er, hit a motherf**er (b**h) Hit a motherf**er, hit a motherf**er I bet you won't Push a motherf**er, push a motherf**er (hoe) Push a motherf**er, push a motherf**er I bet you won't This ain't no game, we bring the pain So don't you n***as 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 sh** We gonna cut ya throat And let you chuck right out the door, the three 6 mafia game Now i was pullin a f**ing gun We out so throw them thangs Don't hit that white Any why the f** act like you crazy man We know you n***as 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 n***a 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 n***a has said, something about that n***a 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 f**ing boy Shouldn't of ran his mouth about of the motherf**ing 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 sh** Call me misses mobb b**h 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 n***as 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