| Lyrics: | Yeah you fuckin punk I’m finna take ya muthafuckin beat and go
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 |
