Koopsta Knicca - Hit a Muthaf**a lyrics

[Hook] 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 (Ho) Push a motherf**er, push a motherf**er I bet you won't [Juicy J] This ain't no game, we bring the pain So don't you n***as trip Fallin 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 hoes talk all this sh** We gonna cut ya throat And let you choke 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 And wanna fight act like you crazy man We know you n***as just some hoes 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 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 breath And keep on blowin 'til they drop [Hook] [DJ Paul] We ain't going to stop until some damn fools die up in the audience Word up, push them 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 ru 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 n***a had said, something about that n***a 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 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 y'all Gonna tear a rope around yo throat and drag you like you want [Hook] [Gangsta Boo] Why you smilin in my face Why you talks behind my back Hittin you up hittin you down when I start to attack Never can't be fade Cause this lady roll with right clique Now I'm talking sh** Call me misses mobb b**h Smoking Optimos 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 breath [6th Verse, Koopsta Knicca] G my celle sweat in 'em Reeboks But look at the I sport not Not even my pops out on the block Won't front me state socks Callin' up them n***as operator Tellin' me [Hook]