Three 6 Mafia - Gotcha Shakin
-Yeah, you fkin punk, Im finna take ya muth*fkin beat and go
nationwide with it, b*tch. Dont ever bite the muth*fkin d*ck that
feeds you.
Triple fkin 6 in ya face gotcha shakin just my-
Triple fkin 6 in ya face gotcha shakin just my-
Triple fkin 6 in ya face gotcha shakin just my-
Triple fkin 6 in ya face gotcha shakin just my-
Triple fkin 6 in ya face gotcha shakin just my-
Triple fkin 6 in ya face gotcha shakin just my-
Triple fkin 6 in ya face gotcha shakin just my
Thugs from Pro-Prophet the Posse Ill give em a reason to duck
Gangsta Boo
Whats up to my gangsta girls chargin
All up out they profits
Whats up to my slangin dope or dodgin crooked coppas
Yes this crazy lady all up out it for the n-zine 6
How the fk you think I love you boy when Im a playa, dig
All that s**t Im sayin, Im not playin, fk you slaw as* boys
Actions speakin louder than my words, but you still makin noise
nigg*, let me tell ya ho you fked up with the wrong click
Turn yo volume up and listen closely to this gansta b*tch
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 s**t, moviemaker I must say you are
Nationwide, s**t, on yo ass, ho we movin far
Not buyin that s**t, Prophet Posse, Triple fkin 6
Smilin, clownin, upside down and frownin back up out our s**t
Mrs. Lady Gangsta Boo just had to let you know
Closin up the chapter, trick thats after, b*tch thats all she wrote
Chorus (4x): Triple Triple fkin 6 in ya face gotcha shakin
Just my thugs from Pro-Prophet the Posse
Ill give em a reason to duck
Juicy J
These be playa hatin and runnin they fkin mouth
Then get in the studio and thats all they rap about
We totin them yall thangs, you smokin that cocaine
I heard you do primos b*tch, you cant fool the Juiceman
Im 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, b*tch!
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
Everyones tryin to file out the door
What did you fk with the Triple 6 for?
Knowin we blessed with no prisoners of war
Dont Bounce like that with you no more
blow up fake playas up with this C4 no trouble boy
Me fill a slug behind yo earlobe, duck me leave you plugged
Me leave you suffocating soakin in yo fkin blood
Scarecrow, buckin b*stards, 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
Its gon be another deadly night more violent, more silent
As we stroll this b*tch mo got down, my infrared got em on the roll
Owens, burbans clean as fk, smile as I roll down the street
Yo lyric was weak as fk, so ho I just stole yo beat
Crunchy man I been thinkin man I know what we got right here
A nigg* that shoot, a nigg* that lately get his name out there
fk man these girls weaker than water, black,
He need to stay the fk up outta my hood or Chris and Ill find Pat
Im gettin low down and dirty with my 30-30
Just like youll never be in Rolls, be a hook, with my nose
Dirty blastin that infrared at yo ass, aint you scared ho, tangaray
Mad Dog, and Im full of blow
Man never will you set our bodies in the same clothes, oh, b*tch
Never will you ride the same rides I done rode
Just lookin at ya, I plan to tell ya you broke as fk
Triple fkin 6, givin yo as* a reason to duck b*tch
Chorus (4x)
D.J. Paul, Gangsta Boo, Juicy J
-Yeah, b*tch, yall know what time it is, 3-6 muth*fkin Mafia in this
ho, you muth*fkin b*tch as* boy, youll never ride the muth*fkin
rides we done rode, nigg*, on gold thangs, ho, you know what Im sayin,
you aint never gon wear Versace like a nigg* or drink Cristale like a
nigg* you muth*ckin, muth*ckin malt liquor drinkin as* b*tch
-You is a weak as nigg*, why you talk all that s**t, s**t talkin
muth*fka, moviemakin, actor, character ass, b*tch ass, weak ass, trick
nappy hair as* boy
-You boodie eatin muth*fka, d*ck suckin as* lickin, c*ck lickin
-nigg*, nigg*, nigg* yous a payless as* nigg*, b*tch
-Punk ass, ho, You cant claim Funkytown-
-We muth*fkin nationwide, b*tch, you better ask somebody bout it ho,
Billboard bound, ho, Prophet Town bound, b*tch
-nigg* aint got no money, you broke ass...
-You muth*fkin USD2 as* nigg*, I break ya down to USD1.50 muth*fkin ho
-You primo smokin muth*fker
-You muth*fkin b*tch, you milkshake as* nugga, Im stirrin you up ho
-I heard you had AIDS you weak muth*fka
-You sissy muth*fka straight d*ck goin dirty as* round ho, ho,ho, fk
all these hoes
-Wooooooooo!
-Yessir! 3 muth*fkin 6, b*tch
-Prophet Posse the posse b*tch! Prophet Posse the Posse b*tch!
-Woo Wooooooooo!
-Prophet Posse the Posse, b*tch!
-Hey, yessir!
-Prophet Posse the posse b*tch!
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