One Hitta Quitta (feat. Lil Wyte & Frayser Boy) - Three 6 Mafia

Yeah Mother F**kers

P**sy Niggaz Get the f**k out our way now

Real Niggaz put your fist in your mother f**king 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

(Chorus)

I got that one hitta quitta that one hitta quitta quitta

One hitta quitta that one hitta quitta

Ni**a find out and get your f**king teeth knocked out

Find out and get your f**king teeth knocked out

I got that one hitta quitta that one hitta quitta quitta

One hitta quitta that one hitta quitta

Ni**a find out and get your f**king teeth knocked out

Find out and get your f**king teeth knocked out

A ni**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

Cause we left him there even in slow motion

I'm gone break a ni**a jaw break the f**king law

Break him down raw break ni**a all yall

If a ni**a violate you in the club

It ain't sh*t ot talk about clock his a** out

(Frayser Boy)

I never try to move fast I just stick to the script

If a ni**a talking sh*t, hit that b**ch in the lip

You got somthing to say about me

You niggas wanna doubt me

You mad cause I get the cash then a ni**a out

You won half of the bar ni**a f**kin payment

Kinda hectec when I disrespectite now a playa dead

But its cool you got to realize somthing these niggas fake

Its kinda like everything I love another ni**a hate

(Chorus)

F**k these b**ches i'm bout to pull this glock on

Ni**a 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 ni**a bring it on

Studio gangsta probly gonna hit you with the microphone

Coward a** b**ch gon be sleeping with the lights on

(Lil Wyte)

I'm not a gangsta but this sh*t 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 Marawana 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**ker swing

And show that b**ch what he been missing

(Chorus)

(Lord Infamous)

I got a one hitta quitta for any ni**a talking sh*t

You talk sh*t they find your body in the ditch

Ain't nothing going on but that triple six

And hypnotize f**king minds can you handle it

You in the club trying to show off in front of a b**ch

I beat you down and throw the f**kin six

And go outside and get the extra clip

We make an example out of you ni**a don't be next b**ch

(Cruncky Black)

You get chest of eagle beat til your cranium leak

Scarecrow the sandman Double R f**king sleep

When I pull this unit it's intinsive care unit

And I spill your blood tight so they can't transfuse it

War war vet here to play hit the deck

Crunch also say if you want to disrespect

With a one hitta quitta and disfigure

To your hospital room to finish you off ni**a

(Chorus)

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