Hit A Muthafucker Lyrics - Three 6 Mafia

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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 

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(??) 

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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