[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
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
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