Three 6 Mafia - Gotcha Shakin lyrics

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 dick 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 ass 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 ass, 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 ass, 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 ass 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 ass 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 ass bitch
-You is a weak as nigga, why you talk all that shit, shit talkin
muthaf**ka, moviemakin, actor, character ass, bitch ass, weak ass, trick
nappy hair ass boy
-You boodie eatin muthaf**ka, 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 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 ass...
-You muthaf**kin $2 ass nigga, I break ya down to $1.50 muthaf**kin ho
-You primo smokin muthaf**ker
-You muthaf**kin bitch, you milkshake ass nugga, I'm stirrin you up ho
-I heard you had AIDS you weak muthaf**ka
-You sissy muthaf**ka straight dick goin dirty ass round ho, ho,ho, f**k
all these hoes
-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!