Gotcha Shakin’ lyrics

[Intro: DJ Paul]
Yeah, you f*ckin' punk
I'm finna take yo motherf*ckin' beat and go nationwide with it, b*tch
Don't ever bite the motherf*ckin' di*k that feeds you

[Chorus: DJ Paul]
Triple-Triple f*ckin' Six in yo' face, gotcha shakin', duck my
Triple f*ckin' Six in yo' face, gotcha shakin', duck my
Triple f*ckin' Six in yo' face, gotcha shakin', duck my
Triple f*ckin' Six in yo' face, gotcha shakin', duck my
Triple f*ckin' Six in yo' face, gotcha shakin', duck my
Triple f*ckin' 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 b*tches chargin n*ggas
All up out they profits
What's up to my n*ggas slangin dope or dodgin crooked coppas
Yes this crazy lady all up out it for the n-izz-ine 6
How the f*ck you think I love you boy when I'm a playa, dig
All that sh*t I'm sayin, I'm not playin, f*ck you slaw ass boys
Actions speakin louder than my words but you still makin noise
n*gga, let me tell ya ho you f*cked up with the wrong click
Turn yo volume up and listen closely to this gangsta b*tch
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 sh*t, moviemaker I must say you are
Nationwide, sh*t, on yo ass, ho we movin far
Not barrin' that sh*t, Prophet Posse, Triple f*ckin 6
Smilin, clownin, upside down and frownin' back up out our sh*t
Mrs. Lady Gangsta f*ckin' Boo just had to let you know
Closin up the chapter, trick that's after, b*tch that's all she wrote
[Hook: DJ Paul]
Triple f*ckin' Six in yo face, gotcha shakin', duck my thugs
From Pro-Prophet the Posse, I give 'em a reason to duck
Triple f*ckin' Six in yo face, gotcha shakin', duck my thugs
From Pro-Prophet the Posse, I give 'em a reason to duck
Triple f*ckin' Six in yo face, gotcha shakin', duck my thugs
From Pro-Prophet the Posse, I give 'em a reason to duck
Triple f*ckin' 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 n*ggas be playa hatin' and runnin' they f*ckin' 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 b*tch, 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, b*tch!

[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 f*ck with the Triple 6 for?
Knowin' we blast from the prisons of war
No sympathize with you n*ggas no more
Blow you fake playas up with the C4, f*ckboy
Me put a slug behind yo earlobe, duck me leave you plugged
Me leave you suffocating, soakin' in yo f*ckin blood
Scarecrow buckin' bast*rds, 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 f*ckin' Six in yo face, gotcha shakin', duck my thugs
From Pro-Prophet the Posse, I give 'em a reason to duck
Triple f*ckin' Six in yo face, gotcha shakin', duck my thugs
From Pro-Prophet the Posse, I give 'em a reason to duck
Triple f*ckin' Six in yo face, gotcha shakin', duck my thugs
From Pro-Prophet the Posse, I give 'em a reason to duck
Triple f*ckin' 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 b*tch boy got anna, my infrared got 'em on the roll
Orange 'burban clean as f*ck, smile as I roll down the street
Yo lyric was weak as f*ck, so ho I just stole yo beat
Crunchy mane I been thinkin' mane I know what we got right here
A n*gga that shoot, a n*gga that lately get his name out there
f*ck mane, this b*tch is weaker than water, Black
He need to stay the f*ck 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 b*tch
Never will you ride the same rides I done rode
Just lookin' at ya, a playa can tell you broke as f*ck
Triple f*ckin' 6, givin' yo ass a reason to duck, b*tch!
[Hook: DJ Paul]
Triple f*ckin' Six in yo face, gotcha shakin', duck my thugs
From Pro-Prophet the Posse, I give 'em a reason to duck
Triple f*ckin' Six in yo face, gotcha shakin', duck my thugs
From Pro-Prophet the Posse, I give 'em a reason to duck
Triple f*ckin' Six in yo face, gotcha shakin', duck my thugs
From Pro-Prophet the Posse, I give 'em a reason to duck
Tri-Triple f*ckin' 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, b*tch, ya'll know what time it is, 3-6 motherf*ckin' Mafia in this, ho
You motherf*ckin' b*tch ass boy, you'll never ride the motherf*ckin' Rides we done rode, n*gga On gold thangs, ho, you know, what I'm sayin' You ain't never gon wear Versace, like a n*gga or drink Cristale like a n*gga, you motherf*ckin', motherf*ckin', malt liquor drinkin' ass b*tch"

"You is a weak ass n*gga, why you talk all that sh*t, sh*t talkin' motherf*ckin', moviemakin', actor, character ass, b*tch ass, weak ass, trick
Nappy hair ass boy"

"You tradin' ass, you booty eatin' motherf*ckin', di*k suckin', ass lickin', c*ck lickin'"

"n*gga, n*gga, n*gga, you's a payless ass n*gga, b*tch"

"Punk ass, ho, you can't claim Funkytown"

"We motherf*ckin' nationwide, b*tch, you better ask somebody 'bout it ho, Billboard bound, ho, Prophet Town bound, b*tch"

"n*gga ain't got no money, you broke ass"

"You motherf*ckin' two dollar ass n*gga, I break ya down to $1.50 motherf*ckin' ho"

"You primo smokin motherf*cker"

"You motherf*ckin' b*tch, you milkshake ass n*gga, I'm stirrin' you up, ho"

"I heard, hou had AIDS, you weak motherf*cker"

"You sissy motherf*cker, straight di*k goin on eatin' dirty ass boy, ho, ho, ho"

"f*ck all these hoes"

"Wooooooooo!"

"Yessir! three motherf*ckin' six, b*tch"

"Prophet Posse, the posse, b*tch!
Prophet Posse, the Posse, b*tch!
Woooo, Woooooooo!
Prophet Posse, the Posse, b*tch!
Hey, yessir, Prophet Posse the posse b*tch!"