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

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

What's up to my gangsta bitches chargin ****

All up out they profits

What's up to my **** 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

****, 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

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

These **** 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!

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 **** 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

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

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 **** that shoot, a **** 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!

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

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, **** On gold thangs, ho, you know, what I'm sayin' You ain't never gon wear Versace, like a **** or drink Cristale like a ****, you motherfuckin', motherfuckin', malt liquor drinkin' ass bitch

You is a weak ass ****, 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'

****, ****, ****, you's a payless ass ****, 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

**** ain't got no money, you broke ass

You motherfuckin' two dollar ass ****, I break ya down to $1.50 motherfuckin' hoe

You primo smokin' motherfucker

You motherfuckin' bitch, you milkshake ass ****, 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!