Three 6 Mafia

Three 6 Mafia - Gotcha Shakin lyrics

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nationwide with it  bitch. Don?t 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 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 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 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 that?s after, bitch that?s all she wrote

 Chorus (4x): Triple Triple fuckin 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 fuckin 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 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]
 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 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 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 fuck
 Triple fuckin 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 muthafuckin Mafia in this
 ho, you muthafuckin bitch ass boy, you?ll never ride the muthafuckin
 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
 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 you?s a payless ass nigga, bitch
 -Punk ass, ho, You can?t claim Funkytown-
 -We muthafuckin 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 muthafuckin $2 ass nigga, I break ya down to $1.50 muthafuckin ho
 -You primo smokin muthafucker
 -You muthafuckin bitch, you milkshake ass nugga, I?m 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
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Author: ?

Composer: ?

Publisher: Prophet Entertainment

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Released in: 1996

Language: English

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