Gotcha Shakin’

Lyrics
[Intro: DJ Paul] Yeah, you fuckin' punk I'm finna take yo motherfuckin' beat and go nationwide with it, bitch Don't ever bite the motherfuckin' dick that feeds you [Chorus: DJ Paul] Triple-Triple fuckin' Six in yo' face, gotcha shakin', duck my Triple fuckin' Six in yo' face, gotcha shakin', duck my Triple fuckin' Six in yo' face, gotcha shakin', duck my Triple fuckin' Six in yo' face, gotcha shakin', duck my Triple fuckin' Six in yo' face, gotcha shakin', duck my Triple fuckin' Six in yo' face, gotcha shakin', duck my thugs From Pro-Prophet the Posse I give 'em a reason to duck [Verse 1: 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-izz-ine 6 How the fuck you think I love you boy when I'm a playa, dig All that shit I'm sayin, I'm not playin, fuck you slaw ass boys Actions speakin louder than my words but you still makin noise Nigga, let me tell ya ho you fucked up with the wrong click Turn yo volume up and listen closely to this gangsta bitch While you out there fakin 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 ass, ho we movin far Not barrin' that shit, Prophet Posse, Triple fuckin 6 Smilin, clownin, upside down and frownin' back up out our shit Mrs. Lady Gangsta fuckin' Boo just had to let you know Closin up the chapter, trick that's after, bitch that's all she wrote [Hook: DJ Paul] Triple fuckin' Six in yo face, gotcha shakin', duck my thugs From Pro-Prophet the Posse, I give 'em a reason to duck Triple fuckin' Six in yo face, gotcha shakin', duck my thugs From Pro-Prophet the Posse, I give 'em a reason to duck Triple fuckin' Six in yo face, gotcha shakin', duck my thugs From Pro-Prophet the Posse, I give 'em a reason to duck Triple fuckin' Six in yo face, gotcha shakin', duck my thugs From Pro-Prophet the Posse, I give 'em a reason to duck [Verse 2: Juicy J] These niggas be playa hatin' and runnin' they fuckin' mouth Then get in the studio and that's all they rap about We totin' them yawk thangs, you smokin' that cocaine I heard you do primos bitch, you can't fool the Juice Mane I'm blowin' these Port squares, and snowball AC air And ridin' clean on you hoes while you walk with nappy hair Keep runnin' yo mouth my nig, I'm constantly gettin' rich And after you hear this I bet you will ride it, BITCH! [Verse 3: Lord Infamous] Look at the mess that my floss start to make Bullets are bouncin' all over the place Bodies start fallin' up on the damn floor Ibn's tryin' to crawl out the door What did you fuck with the Triple 6 for? Knowin' we blast from the prisons of war No sympathize with you niggas no more Blow you fake playas up with the C4, fuckboy Me put a slug behind yo earlobe, duck me leave you plugged Me leave you suffocating, soakin' in yo fuckin blood Scarecrow buckin' bastards, back up off of me Knock off your dust, stop puffing on my bud You got castrated cause you got no nuts, ho [Hook: DJ Paul] Triple fuckin' Six in yo face, gotcha shakin', duck my thugs From Pro-Prophet the Posse, I give 'em a reason to duck Triple fuckin' Six in yo face, gotcha shakin', duck my thugs From Pro-Prophet the Posse, I give 'em a reason to duck Triple fuckin' Six in yo face, gotcha shakin', duck my thugs From Pro-Prophet the Posse, I give 'em a reason to duck Triple fuckin' Six in yo face, gotcha shakin', duck my thugs From Pro-Prophet the Posse, I give 'em a reason to duck [Verse 4: DJ Paul] It's gon' be another deadly night, more violent, more silent as we stroll This bitch boy got anna, my infrared got 'em on the roll Orange 'burban clean as fuck, smile as I roll down the street Yo lyric was weak as fuck, so ho I just stole yo beat Crunchy mane I been thinkin' mane I know what we got right here A nigga that shoot, a nigga that lately get his name out there Fuck mane, this bitch is weaker than water, Black He need to stay the fuck up outta my hood and Chris eyes tryin' to buy a pack I'm gettin low down and dirty with my 30-30 Just like you and L be, I rolls through your hood with my nose dirty Blastin' that infrared at yo ass, ain't you scared ho? Tanqueray, Mad Dog, and I'm full of blow Man never will you set our bodies in the same clothes, or bitch Never will you ride the same rides I done rode Just lookin' at ya, a playa can tell you broke as fuck Triple fuckin' 6, givin' yo ass a reason to duck, bitch! [Hook: DJ Paul] Triple fuckin' Six in yo face, gotcha shakin', duck my thugs From Pro-Prophet the Posse, I give 'em a reason to duck Triple fuckin' Six in yo face, gotcha shakin', duck my thugs From Pro-Prophet the Posse, I give 'em a reason to duck Triple fuckin' Six in yo face, gotcha shakin', duck my thugs From Pro-Prophet the Posse, I give 'em a reason to duck Tri-Triple fuckin' Six in yo face, gotcha shakin', duck my thugs From Pro-Prophet the Posse, I give 'em a reason to duck [Outro: D.J. Paul, Gangsta Boo & Juicy J] "Yeah, bitch, ya'll know what time it is, 3-6 motherfuckin' Mafia in this, ho You motherfuckin' bitch ass boy, you'll never ride the motherfuckin' 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 motherfuckin', motherfuckin', malt liquor drinkin' ass bitch" "You is a weak ass nigga, why you talk all that shit, shit talkin' motherfuckin', moviemakin', actor, character ass, bitch ass, weak ass, trick Nappy hair ass boy" "You tradin' ass, you booty eatin' motherfuckin', dick suckin', ass lickin', cock lickin'" "Nigga, nigga, nigga, you's a payless ass nigga, bitch" "Punk ass, ho, you can't claim Funkytown" "We motherfuckin' nationwide, bitch, you better ask somebody 'bout it ho, Billboard bound, ho, Prophet Town bound, bitch" "Nigga ain't got no money, you broke ass" "You motherfuckin' two dollar ass nigga, I break ya down to $1.50 motherfuckin' ho" "You primo smokin motherfucker" "You motherfuckin' bitch, you milkshake ass nigga, I'm stirrin' you up, ho" "I heard, hou had AIDS, you weak motherfucker" "You sissy motherfucker, straight dick goin on eatin' dirty ass boy, ho, ho, ho" "Fuck all these hoes" "Wooooooooo!" "Yessir! three motherfuckin' six, bitch" "Prophet Posse, the posse, bitch! Prophet Posse, the Posse, bitch! Woooo, Woooooooo! Prophet Posse, the Posse, bitch! Hey, yessir, Prophet Posse the posse bitch!"
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Credits
- Writers
- DJ Paul
- Gangsta Boo
- Juicy J
- Lord Infamous