Lord Infamous - Gotcha Shakin' lyrics

[Intro: DJ Paul talking] Yeah, you f**in punk, I'm finna take ya muthaf**in beat and go Nationwide with it, b**h. Don't ever bite the muthaf**in dick that Feeds you [Hook] My Triple-f**in'-6 in ya face gotcha shakin just my (x7) Thugs from Pro-Prophet the Posse I'll give em a reason to duck [Verse 1: Gangsta Boo] What's up to my gangsta b**hes chargin n***as All up out they profits What's up to my n***as slangin dope or dodgin crooked coppas Yes this crazy lady all up out it for the n-izz-ine 6 How the f** you think I love you boy when I'm a playa, dig All that sh** I'm sayin, I'm not playin, f** you slaw a** boys Actions speakin louder than my words But you still makin noise n***a, let me tell ya ho you f**ed up with the wrong click Turn yo volume up and listen closely to this gansta b**h 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 sh**, moviemaker I must say you are Nationwide, sh**, on yo a**, ho we movin far Not buyin that sh**, Prophet Posse, Triple f**in 6 Smilin, clownin, upside down and frownin back up out our sh** Mrs. Lady Gangsta Boo just had to let you know Closin up the chapter, trick that's after, b**h that's all she wrote Chorus (4x): Triple Triple f**in 6 in ya face gotcha shakin Just my thugs from Pro-Prophet the Posse I'll give em a reason to duck [Verse 2: Juicy J] These n***as be playa hatin' and runnin' they f**in' mouth Then get in the studio and that's all they rap about We totin' them yawk thangs, you smokin' that c**aine I heard you do primos b**h, you can't fool the Juice Mane I'm blowin' these Port squares, and snowball AC air And ridin', click 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, b*tch! [Verse 3: 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 crawl out the door What did you f** with the Triple 6 for? Knowin we blessed with no prisoners of war No sympathize with you n***as no more Blow you fake playas up with the C4, f**boy Me fill a slug behind yo earlobe, duck me leave you plugged Me leave you suffocating, soakin' in yo f**in blood Scarecrow buckin ba*tards, back up off me Knock off your dust, stop puffing on my bud You got castrated cause you got no nuts, ho Chorus (4x) [Verse 4: D.J. Paul] It's gon be another deadly night more violent, more silent As we stroll this b**h mo got down, my infrared got em on the roll Owens, burbans clean as f**, smile as I roll down the street Yo lyric was weak as f**, so ho I just stole yo beat Crunchy man I been thinkin man I know what we got right here A n***a that shoot, a n***a that lately get his name out there f** man these b**hes weaker than water, black He need to stay the f** 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 a**, 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, oh, b**h Never will you ride the same rides I done rode Just lookin at ya, I plan to tell ya you broke as f** Triple f**in 6, givin yo a** a reason to duck b**h Chorus (4x) [D.J. Paul, Gangsta Boo, Juicy J] -Yeah, b**h, ya'll know what time it is, 3-6 muthaf**in Mafia in this Ho, you muthaf**in b**h a** boy, you'll never ride the muthaf**in Rides we done rode, n***a, on gold thangs, ho, you know what I'm sayin You ain't never gon wear Versace like a n***a or drink Cristale like a n***a you muthackin, muthackin malt liquor drinkin a** b**h -You is a weak as n***a, why you talk all that sh**, sh** talkin Muthaf**a, moviemakin, actor, character a**, b**h a**, weak a**, trick Nappy hair a** boy -You boodie eatin muthaf**a, dick s**in a** lickin, co*k lickin -n***a, n***a, n***a you's a payless a** n***a, b**h -Punk a**, ho, You can't claim Funkytown- -We muthaf**in nationwide, b**h, you better ask somebody bout it ho Billboard bound, ho, Prophet Town bound, b**h -n***a ain't got no money, you broke a**... -You muthaf**in $2 a** n***a, I break ya down to $1.50 muthaf**in ho -You primo smokin muthaf**er -You muthaf**in b**h, you milkshake a** nugga, I'm stirrin you up ho -I heard you had AIDS you weak muthaf**a -You sissy muthaf**a straight dick goin dirty a** round ho, ho,ho, f** All these hoes -Wooooooooo! -Yessir! 3 muthaf**in 6, b**h -Prophet Posse the posse b**h! Prophet Posse the Posse b**h! -Woo Wooooooooo! -Prophet Posse the Posse, b**h! -Hey, yessir! -Prophet Posse the posse b**h!