Gotcha Shakin'

Yeah you f**kin punk I'm finna take ya muthaf**kin beat and go nationwide with it bitch. Don't ever bite the muthaf**kin d**k that feeds you. Triple f**kin 6 in ya face gotcha shakin just my Triple f**kin 6 in ya face gotcha shakin just my Triple f**kin 6 in ya face gotcha shakin just my Triple f**kin 6 in ya face gotcha shakin just my Triple f**kin 6 in ya face gotcha shakin just my Triple f**kin 6 in ya face gotcha shakin just my- Triple f**kin 6 in ya face gotcha shakin just my Thugs from Pro-Prophet the Posse I'll give em a reason to duck [Gangsta Boo] What's up to my gangsta bitches chargin niggas All up out they profits What's up to my niggas slangin dope or dodgin crooked coppas Yes this crazy lady all up out it for the n-zine 6 How the f**k you think I love you boy when I'm a playa, dig All that shit I'm sayin, I'm not playin, f**k you slaw a*s boys Actions speakin louder than my words, but you still makin noise Nigga, let me tell ya ho you f**ked up with the wrong click Turn yo volume up and listen closely to this gansta bitch While you out there fackin on them jacks man we comin up Smokin on them sweets filled with ink, gettin real buck Talkin all that shit, moviemaker I must say you are Nationwide, shit, on yo a*s, ho we movin far Not buyin that shit, Prophet Posse, Triple f**kin 6 Smilin, clownin, upside down and frownin back up out our shit Mrs. Lady Gangsta Boo just had to let you know Closin up the chapter, trick that's after, bitch that's all she wrote Chorus (4x): Triple Triple f**kin 6 in ya face gotcha shakin Just my thugs from Pro-Prophet the Posse I'll give em a reason to duck [Juicy J] These niggas be playa hatin and runnin they f**kin mouth Then get in the studio and that's all they rap about We totin them ya'll thangs, you smokin that cocaine I heard you do primos bitch, you can't fool the Juiceman I'm blowin these Port squares, and snowball, ?AC air? Ridin, click on you hoes, while you walk with nappy hair Keep runnin yo mouth my nig, we constantly gettin rich And after you hear this I bet you will ride it, BITCH! [Lord Infamous] Look at the mess that my floss start to make Bullets are bouncin all over the place Bodies start fallin upon to the floor Everyone's tryin to file out the door What did you f**k with the Triple 6 for? Knowin we blessed with no prisoners of war Me fill a slug behind yo earlobe, duck me leave you plugged Me leave you suffocating soakin in yo f**kin blood Scarecrow, buckin bastards, back up of me Knock off your dust, stop puffing on my bud You got castrated cause you got no nuts, ho Chorus (4x) [D.J. Paul] It's gon be another deadly night more violent, more silent As we stroll this bitch mo got down, my infrared got em on the roll Owens, burbans clean as f**k, smile as I roll down the street Yo lyric was weak as f**k, so ho I just stole yo beat Crunchy man I been thinkin man I know what we got right here A nigga that shoot, a nigga that lately get his name out there f**k man these bitches weaker than water, black, He need to stay the f**k up outta my hood or Chris and I'll find Pat I'm gettin low down and dirty with my 30-30 Just like you'll never be in Rolls, be a hook, with my nose Dirty blastin that infrared at yo a*s, ain't you scared ho, tangaray Mad Dog, and I'm full of blow Man never will you set our bodies in the same clothes, oh, bitch Never will you ride the same rides I done rode Just lookin at ya, I plan to tell ya you broke as f**k Triple f**kin 6, givin yo a*s a reason to duck bitch Chorus (4x) [D.J. Paul, Gangsta Boo, Juicy J] -Yeah, bitch, ya'll know what time it is, 3-6 muthaf**kin Mafia in this ho, you muthaf**kin bitch a*s boy, you'll never ride the muthaf**kin rides we done rode, nigga, on gold thangs, ho, you know what I'm sayin, you ain't never gon wear Versace like a nigga or drink Cristale like a nigga you muthackin, muthackin malt liquor drinkin a*s bitch -You is a weak as nigga, why you talk all that shit, shit talkin muthaf**ka, moviemakin, actor, character a*s, bitch a*s, weak a*s, trick nappy hair a*s boy -You boodie eatin muthaf**ka, d**k s*ckin a*s lickin, cock lickin -Nigga, nigga, nigga you's a payless a*s nigga, bitch -Punk a*s, ho, You can't claim Funkytown- -We muthaf**kin nationwide, bitch, you better ask somebody bout it ho, Billboard bound, ho, Prophet Town bound, bitch -Nigga ain't got no money, you broke a*s... -You muthaf**kin $2 a*s nigga, I break ya down to $1.50 muthaf**kin ho -You primo smokin muthaf**ker -You muthaf**kin bitch, you milkshake a*s nugga, I'm stirrin you up ho -I heard you had AIDS you weak muthaf**ka -You sissy muthaf**ka straight d**k goin dirty a*s round ho, ho,ho, f**k all these hoes -Wooooooooo! -Yessir! 3 muthaf**kin 6, bitch -Prophet Posse the posse bitch! Prophet Posse the Posse bitch! -Woo Wooooooooo! -Prophet Posse the Posse, bitch! -Hey, yessir! -Prophet Posse the posse bitch!