[Intro: DJ Paul]
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

[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 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 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
N***a, 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
[Hook: DJ Paul]
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

[Verse 2: Juicy J]
These n***as 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!

[Verse 3: Lord Infamous]
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 n***as 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
[Hook: DJ Paul]
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

[Verse 4: DJ Paul]
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 n***a that shoot, a n***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!
[Hook: DJ Paul]
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

[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, 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 ass bitch
-You is a weak as n***a, 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
-N***a, n***a, n***a you's a payless ass n***a, 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
-N***a ain't got no money, you broke ass...
-You muthafuckin $2 ass n***a, 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!