[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, y'all 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, hoe, you can't claim Funkytown
We motherfuckin' nationwide, bitch, you better ask somebody 'bout it hoe, Billboard bound, hoe, 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' hoe
You primo smokin' motherfucker
You motherfuckin' bitch, you milkshake ass nigga, I'm stirrin' you up, hoe
I heard, you had AIDS, you weak motherfucker
You sissy motherfucker, straight dick goin' on eatin' dirty ass boy, hoe, hoe, hoe
Fuck all these hoes
Woo!
Yes sir! Three motherfuckin' six, bitch
Prophet Posse, the posse, bitch!
Prophet Posse, the Posse, bitch! Woo-woo!
Prophet Posse, the Posse, bitch!
Hey, yes sir, Prophet Posse the posse bitch!
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