文本歌词

Artist：three 6 mafia
Songs Title：one hitta quitta
Yeah Mother F**kers
P**sy Niggaz Get the f**k out right now
Real Niggaz put your fist in your mother f**king hand
Like this it＇s going down
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
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 potion
Cause left mean deff even in slow motion
Im 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 aint sh*t ot talk about clock his a** out
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 pay that
Kinda hectec when I disrespectite never played that
But it＇s cool you got to realize somthing these niggas fake
Its kinda like everything I love another ni**a hate
F**k these b**ches ima 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 dome knocked on
Maybe knocked in with some friends holding bright crome
Think we playing witcha boy ni**a bring it on （y＇all）
Studio gangsta probly gonna hit you with the microphone
Coward a** b**ch gon be sleeping with the lights on
Im 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 ni**a he aint bettin
On these boney knuckles and all
The things you＇ll soon be regreting
I have a closed captioned m*******a treated brain
Meaning when you hit the ground
I＇ll spill it out across the screen
Round one and Wyte ain＇t got no choice
To beat the compition
Let that mother f**ker swing
And show that b**ch what he been missing
I got a one hitta quitta for any ni**a talking sh*t
You talk sh*t they find your body in the ditch
Aint 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
You get desert eagle beat til your cranium leak
Scarecrow the sandman Double R f**king sleep
When I pull this unit it＇s intensive care unit
And I steal your blood type so they can＇t transfuse it
War war vet hear the blay hit the deck
Kaiser Soze usual suspect
With a one hitta quitta and some sh*t to disfigure
In your hospital room to finish you off ni**a
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