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Hit A Muthafucka (Explicit)

Three 6 Mafia
2005-11-153:52 minSynced lyrics

"Hit A Muthafucka (Explicit)" is a song by Three 6 Mafia, released in 2005 in the Pop genre. The song is 3:52 long and contains 116 lines and 815 words.

Lyrics

0:00Hit A Muthaf**ka - Three 6 Mafia
0:05I bet you won't
0:06Hit a motherf**ker hit a motherf**ker b**ch
0:09Hit a motherf**ker hit a motherf**ker
0:11I bet you won't
0:12Push a motherf**ker push a motherf**ker ho
0:15Push a motherf**ker push a motherf**ker
0:17I bet you won't
0:18Hit a motherf**ker hit a motherf**ker b**ch
0:21Hit a motherf**ker hit a motherf**ker
0:23I bet you won't
0:24Push a motherf**ker push a motherf**ker ho
0:27Push a motherf**ker push a motherf**ker
0:29I bet you won't
0:30Juicy J:
0:31This ain't no game we bring the pain
0:32So don't you niggards trip
0:34Falling the club with all them thugs
0:35And 'bout five extra clips
0:36Deep always deep is how we come cause we ain't no joke
0:40So when you h**s talk all this sh*t
0:41We gonna cut ya throat
0:42And let you choke right out the door the three 6 mafia game
0:46Now I was pulling a f**king gun
0:47We out so throw them thanks
0:49Don't hit that white
0:50And wanna fight act like you crazy man
0:52We know you niggards just some h**s
0:53You let our nuts hang
0:54Lord Infamous:
0:55I wanna crack yo mind
0:56Want to get you hypnotized cause you this scarecrow
0:57Keep a mystic type of visionary rhyme
1:00You may not capture the essence
1:01Cause we young my time my flex
1:03It's a futuristic and autistic mega pistol plexus
1:06I rack up many shots cause on my run colegri pop
1:09I make sure they get so wild they busting caps right on the spot
1:12All around the planet rock the ghetto clocks don't stop
1:15My niggle gotta take a deep breath
1:16And keep on blowing 'til they drop
1:18I bet you won't
1:19Hit a motherf**ker hit a motherf**ker b**ch
1:22Hit a motherf**ker hit a motherf**ker
1:24I bet you won't
1:25Push a motherf**ker push a motherf**ker ho
1:28Push a motherf**ker push a motherf**ker
1:30I bet you won't
1:31Hit a motherf**ker hit a motherf**ker b**ch
1:34Hit a motherf**ker hit a motherf**ker
1:37I bet you won't
1:37Push a motherf**ker push a motherf**ker ho
1:40Push a motherf**ker push a motherf**ker
1:42I bet you won't
1:43DJ Paul:
1:44We ain't going to stop until some d**n fools die up in the audience
1:47Word up push to the floor
1:49Put yo foot in his guts example watch a fool get trampled
1:53Shoot a pistol in the air make it so security can't handle
1:56The crowd the gotta cru rush before a few gonna get crushed
1:59Crush crush we got it buck buck the three 6
2:02And when the show's over I wanna see nothing but bodies
2:05On the floor everybody know three 6 rocks the parties
2:08Crunchy Black:
2:08I heard through the streets that a niggle had said something about that niggle
2:12I think his name was crunchy black
2:14But I walk up to his house I knocked upon his door
2:17When he came to the door I hit him in the mouth
2:19And I knocked him on the floor
2:21Then I hit him and hit him some more
2:22Then I told that f**king boy
2:23Shouldn't of ran his mouth about of the motherf**king prophet boys
2:27Cause the prophet boys be hypnotizing all of y'all
2:30Gonna tear a rope around yo throat and drag you like you down
2:32Hit a motherf**ker hit a motherf**ker b**ch
2:36Hit a motherf**ker hit a motherf**ker
2:38I bet you won't
2:39Push a motherf**ker push a motherf**ker ho
2:42Push a motherf**ker push a motherf**ker
2:44I bet you won't
2:44Gangsta Boo:
2:45Why you smiling in my face why you talks behind my back
2:47Hitting you up Hitting you down when I start to attack
2:50Never can't be fade
2:51Cause this lady roll with right clique
2:53Now I'm talking sh*t
2:54Call me misses mob b**ch
2:56Smoking optimizes all you h**s booting my d**n self
2:59Never hanging with you shanks
3:00Cause I'm bad for your health
3:02Play a haters out you stars pulling cars bout' yourself
3:05We be standing like some fart under sheets hold your breath
3:08Koopsta Knicca:
3:09G my cell sweat in 'em reel books
3:11But look at the I sport not
3:12Not even my pops out on the block
3:14Won't front me state socks
3:15See I call up then niggards operator telling me they
3:18Was stressed with you up on that house that I'm hell
3:20Looking out there
3:21See you telling always tell who frenzy's always shells
3:24By my don't this niggards
3:25Will hey hey stay with me was there there
3:28How she really cares bout' her hair
3:30Here he thinks he stab's around a h** round'
3:32My fake on I bet you won't
3:34Hit a motherf**ker hit a motherf**ker b**ch
3:37Hit a motherf**ker hit a motherf**ker
3:39I bet you won't
3:40Push a motherf**ker push a motherf**ker ho
3:43Push a motherf**ker push a motherf**ker
3:45I bet you won't
3:46Hit a motherf**ker hit a motherf**ker b**ch
3:49Hit a motherf**ker hit a motherf**ker
3:51I bet you won't
3:52Push a motherf**ker push a motherf**ker ho
Hit A Muthaf**ka - Three 6 Mafia
I bet you won't
Hit a motherf**ker hit a motherf**ker b**ch
Hit a motherf**ker hit a motherf**ker
I bet you won't
Push a motherf**ker push a motherf**ker ho
Push a motherf**ker push a motherf**ker
I bet you won't
Hit a motherf**ker hit a motherf**ker b**ch
Hit a motherf**ker hit a motherf**ker
I bet you won't
Push a motherf**ker push a motherf**ker ho
Push a motherf**ker push a motherf**ker
I bet you won't
Juicy J:
This ain't no game we bring the pain
So don't you niggards trip
Falling the club with all them thugs
And 'bout five extra clips
Deep always deep is how we come cause we ain't no joke
So when you h**s talk all this sh*t
We gonna cut ya throat
And let you choke right out the door the three 6 mafia game
Now I was pulling a f**king gun
We out so throw them thanks
Don't hit that white
And wanna fight act like you crazy man
We know you niggards just some h**s
You let our nuts hang
Lord Infamous:
I wanna crack yo mind
Want to get you hypnotized cause you this scarecrow
Keep a mystic type of visionary rhyme
You may not capture the essence
Cause we young my time my flex
It's a futuristic and autistic mega pistol plexus
I rack up many shots cause on my run colegri pop
I make sure they get so wild they busting caps right on the spot
All around the planet rock the ghetto clocks don't stop
My niggle gotta take a deep breath
And keep on blowing 'til they drop
I bet you won't
Hit a motherf**ker hit a motherf**ker b**ch
Hit a motherf**ker hit a motherf**ker
I bet you won't
Push a motherf**ker push a motherf**ker ho
Push a motherf**ker push a motherf**ker
I bet you won't
Hit a motherf**ker hit a motherf**ker b**ch
Hit a motherf**ker hit a motherf**ker
I bet you won't
Push a motherf**ker push a motherf**ker ho
Push a motherf**ker push a motherf**ker
I bet you won't
DJ Paul:
We ain't going to stop until some d**n fools die up in the audience
Word up push to the floor
Put yo foot in his guts example watch a fool get trampled
Shoot a pistol in the air make it so security can't handle
The crowd the gotta cru rush before a few gonna get crushed
Crush crush we got it buck buck the three 6
And when the show's over I wanna see nothing but bodies
On the floor everybody know three 6 rocks the parties
Crunchy Black:
I heard through the streets that a niggle had said something about that niggle
I think his name was crunchy black
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 some more
Then I told that f**king boy
Shouldn't of ran his mouth about of the motherf**king prophet boys
Cause the prophet boys be hypnotizing all of y'all
Gonna tear a rope around yo throat and drag you like you down
Hit a motherf**ker hit a motherf**ker b**ch
Hit a motherf**ker hit a motherf**ker
I bet you won't
Push a motherf**ker push a motherf**ker ho
Push a motherf**ker push a motherf**ker
I bet you won't
Gangsta Boo:
Why you smiling in my face why you talks behind my back
Hitting you up Hitting you down when I start to attack
Never can't be fade
Cause this lady roll with right clique
Now I'm talking sh*t
Call me misses mob b**ch
Smoking optimizes all you h**s booting my d**n self
Never hanging with you shanks
Cause I'm bad for your health
Play a haters out you stars pulling cars bout' yourself
We be standing like some fart under sheets hold your breath
Koopsta Knicca:
G my cell sweat in 'em reel books
But look at the I sport not
Not even my pops out on the block
Won't front me state socks
See I call up then niggards operator telling me they
Was stressed with you up on that house that I'm hell
Looking out there
See you telling always tell who frenzy's always shells
By my don't this niggards
Will hey hey stay with me was there there
How she really cares bout' her hair
Here he thinks he stab's around a h** round'
My fake on I bet you won't
Hit a motherf**ker hit a motherf**ker b**ch
Hit a motherf**ker hit a motherf**ker
I bet you won't
Push a motherf**ker push a motherf**ker ho
Push a motherf**ker push a motherf**ker
I bet you won't
Hit a motherf**ker hit a motherf**ker b**ch
Hit a motherf**ker hit a motherf**ker
I bet you won't
Push a motherf**ker push a motherf**ker ho

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