Released: September 4, 1997
Songwriter: Juicy J DJ Paul Lord Infamous Crunchy Black Gangsta Boo Koopsta Knicca
Producer: DJ Paul Juicy J
[Hook]
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 (Ho)
Push a motherfucker, push a motherfucker
I bet you won't
[Verse 1: Juicy J]
This ain't no game, we bring the pain
So don't you niggas 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 shit
We gonna cut ya throat
And let you choke 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
And wanna fight act like you crazy man
We know you niggas just some hoes
You let our nuts hang
[Verse 2: 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, genotistic 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 breath
And keep on blowin 'til they drop
[Hook]
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 (Ho)
Push a motherfucker, push a motherfucker
I bet you won't
[Verse 3: 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
[Verse 4: Crunchy Black]
I heard through the streets that a nigga had said, something about that nigga
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 fucking boy
Shouldn't of ran his mouth about of the motherfucking 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]
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 (Ho)
Push a motherfucker, push a motherfucker
I bet you won't
[Verse 5: 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 shit
Call me misses mobb bitch
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
[Verse 6: 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 niggas operator
Tellin' me
[Hook]
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 (Ho)
Push a motherfucker, push a motherfucker
I bet you won't
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 (Ho)
Push a motherfucker, push a motherfucker
I bet you won't
[Verse 1: Juicy J]
This ain't no game, we bring the pain
So don't you niggas 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 shit
We gonna cut ya throat
And let you choke 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
And wanna fight act like you crazy man
We know you niggas just some hoes
You let our nuts hang
[Verse 2: 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, genotistic 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 breath
And keep on blowin 'til they drop
[Hook]
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 (Ho)
Push a motherfucker, push a motherfucker
I bet you won't
[Verse 3: 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
[Verse 4: Crunchy Black]
I heard through the streets that a nigga had said, something about that nigga
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 fucking boy
Shouldn't of ran his mouth about of the motherfucking 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]
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 (Ho)
Push a motherfucker, push a motherfucker
I bet you won't
[Verse 5: 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 shit
Call me misses mobb bitch
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
[Verse 6: 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 niggas operator
Tellin' me
[Hook]
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 (Ho)
Push a motherfucker, push a motherfucker
I bet you won't
more tracks from the album
Chapter 2: World Domination
- Anyone Out There
- Spill My Blood
- Bodyparts 2
- Motivated
- Prophet Posse
- Watcha Do
- Are U Ready 4 Us
- N 2 Deep
- Tear da Club Up ’97
- Studio Time
- Late Nite Tip
- Hit a Muthafucka
- Will Blast
- Flashes
- Weed Is Got Me High
- Gunclaps
- Neighborhood Hoe
- Who Got Dem 9's
- I Ain’t Cha Friend
- 3-6 in the Morning
- Land of the Lost
- We Are Waiting
From the albums
- Chapter 2: World Domination (1997)
- Most Known Hits (2005)
Three 6 Mafia popular songs
- Sippin’ on Some Syrup
- Stay Fly
- Late Nite Tip
- It’s Hard Out Here for a Pimp
- Poppin’ My Collar
- Live by Yo Rep (Bone Dis)
- Ridin’ n’ tha Chevy
- Playa Hataz
- Walk Up to Your House
- Mystic Stylez
- Some Bodies Gonna Get It (Mark Henry)
- Slob on My Knob (Pt. II)
- Porno Movie
- Break da Law “95”
- Lick My Nuts
- Now I’m High, Really High
- Da Summa
- Who Run It
- Where’s da Bud
- Baby Mama
- Fuckin’ wit Dis Click
- Mask and da Glock (Victim of a Drive-By)
- Anyone Out There
- Tear da Club Up