Artist: Three 6 Mafia Album: The End Song: Gotcha Shakin Typed by: email@example.com -Yeah, you fuckin punk, Iím finna take ya muthafuckin beat and go nationwide with it, bitch. Donít ever bite the muthafuckin dick that feeds you. Triple fuckin 6 in ya face gotcha shakin just my- Triple fuckin 6 in ya face gotcha shakin just my- Triple fuckin 6 in ya face gotcha shakin just my- Triple fuckin 6 in ya face gotcha shakin just my- Triple fuckin 6 in ya face gotcha shakin just my- Triple fuckin 6 in ya face gotcha shakin just my- Triple fuckin 6 in ya face gotcha shakin just my Thugs from Pro-Prophet the Posse Iíll give em a reason to duck [Gangsta Boo] Whatís up to my gangsta bitches chargin niggas All up out they profits Whatís 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 fuck you think I love you boy when Iím a playa, dig All that shit Iím sayin, Iím 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 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 fuckin 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 thatís after, bitch thatís all she wrote Chorus (4x): Triple Triple fuckin 6 in ya face gotcha shakin Just my thugs from Pro-Prophet the Posse Iíll give em a reason to duck [Juicy J] These niggas be playa hatin and runnin they fuckin mouth Then get in the studio and thatís all they rap about We totin them yaíll thangs, you smokin that cocaine I heard you do primos bitch, you canít fool the Juiceman Iím 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 Everyoneís tryin to file out the door What did you fuck 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 fuckin 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] Itís 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 fuck, smile as I roll down the street Yo lyric was weak as fuck, 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 Fuck man these bitches weaker than water, black, He need to stay the fuck up outta my hood or Chris and Iíll find Pat Iím gettin low down and dirty with my 30-30 Just like youíll never be in Rolls, be a hook, with my nose Dirty blastin that infrared at yo ass, ainít you scared ho, tangaray Mad Dog, and Iím 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 fuck Triple fuckin 6, givin yo ass a reason to duck bitch Chorus (4x) [D.J. Paul, Gangsta Boo, Juicy J] -Yeah, bitch, yaíll know what time it is, 3-6 muthafuckin Mafia in this ho, you muthafuckin bitch ass boy, youíll never ride the muthafuckin rides we done rode, nigga, on gold thangs, ho, you know what Iím sayin, you ainít 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 muthafucka, moviemakin, actor, character ass, bitch ass, weak ass, trick nappy hair ass boy -You boodie eatin muthafucka, dick suckin ass lickin, cock lickin -Nigga, nigga, nigga youís a payless ass nigga, bitch -Punk ass, ho, You canít claim Funkytown- -We muthafuckin nationwide, bitch, you better ask somebody bout it ho, Billboard bound, ho, Prophet Town bound, bitch -Nigga ainít got no money, you broke ass... -You muthafuckin $2 ass nigga, I break ya down to $1.50 muthafuckin ho -You primo smokin muthafucker -You muthafuckin bitch, you milkshake ass nugga, Iím stirrin you up ho -I heard you had AIDS you weak muthafucka -You sissy muthafucka straight dick goin dirty ass round ho, ho,ho, fuck all these hoes -Wooooooooo! -Yessir! 3 muthafuckin 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!