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Three 6 Mafia - Live By Yo Rep (b.O.N.E. Dis)

Lord Infamous
Well, Lord Infamous shall take 1000 razor blades and press them in they flesh.
Take my pitchfork up outta the fire, soak it down in their chest.
Through the ribs, spines, charcoal the muscle tissue
And send what left in back to yo mamy
because that b*tch might miss you.
But first, I want to slowly pull off all your skin
Get grease and boil it hot pour on you and your dead friends.
I probably oughta be not be so horribly slaughtering the body
I am so naughty because I am moderately in to photography
Following through the autopsy
But man, fk it, pour some acid on them, too
That what I would do, Skinny Pimp what would you do?

Skinny Pimp
Just look into the eyes of the mask
Slangin my AK to knock out my enemies
Fear of the razor, da blast, he done passed
Leavin no trace of the evidence
Bodies sit in box chopped up in pieces
His soul done rose, I placed them tubes up under my mattress
My conscience is black and it strange
Cause I murdered a b*tch, and the Devil just rushin my time
With this 9 in my hand causin death when you sleep
In the casket I make you no killas in mind
Pullin a jack, reach me that cheese, make stupid moves
nigg* ya bleed
Bustin 17, please don scream, don run
Either long range street sweep
Never ever run from the buckshots, bust em at ya back
When I full of yak, ain no clue
In 2 deep, you sleep, we creep, Juiceman, what would you do?

Juicy J
First a nigg* looked in the white pages for this b*tch
Mafia-style cause you don know who ya fkin it
Called him at his fkin home, nothin' but breathin on the phone
Warnin sign to let you know I comin so you better be gone
Wether ya run I be stoppin ya, with the 2 9s I be poppin ya
Witness a nigg* from North Memphis of the Triple 6 Mafia
2 killas at yo front door, 3 killas at yo back door
These hoes peeked through the curtains
And saw them gats pointed at the window
Nothin but destruction after we touched em
Man I thought you knew
That what I would do, Gangsta Boo what would you do?

Gangsta Boo
Think about a master plan on how to buck them girls dead
Gangsta Boo the Devil Daughter comin with the livin dead
Yes I so so crazy, so so scandalous, I will hurt you b*tch
Torture your body with nothin but fire
Then I calmly shoot you b*tch
Blast you in yo head make sure you dead
Cause I don want you to live
My words of wisdom: The weaker the victim the bigger the thrill
The Triple 6 Mafia do not feel sorry for none of you dirty hoes
We full of that weed so we proceed to take your fkin soul
It not a problem when I buck you b*tch, I do it smooth
That what the Devil Daughter do, now Fly what would you do?

Playa Fly
Clizick with the real Triple 6 for yo death
Ain no shame up in my game, as you take your last breath
Six trill, ready to kill, bustas, suckas jump
Pull a fked up clickin on you , Fly gon ball, you punk
To you fkin imitators, watch yo as* fkin click
Bite a Playa style and slip, soon you will be stankin, b*tch
Fly gon bring them body bags, Lord you touch the fkin shovel
Dig it deep and bury that b*tch
Lay em down there with the Devil
Busta numb, red rum, Mr. I-B-N, fool
Oh that what the Fly would do, now Killaman what would you do?

D.J. Paul
First I hit up Crunchy, and I get full of that Holy Ghost
The Devil already in me so I ain gotta go too far to loce
You fked up with the wrong click
So your murder all on my mind
Plus Satan inside, put my hand to this plastic 9
Burrnin from the aim, my glock knows more
Every blink of the eye
But before it all over, youl have 2 Loogers
In your weak thigh
Fall on to your kness, now it time for you to ess
My fist full of fire, I punch a hole straight through yo chest
So any trick that wanna bite of this, everything, it cool
You heard what I would do, and the Triple 6 whole fkin crew

Chorus (4x): nigg*, live by yo rep cause we ain takin s**t
When I blast on yo ass, I gon empty this clip

Lord Infamous
See we can tolerate no nigg* that is Layzie
Broke out the blender and I made some Krayzie gravy
It Eazy, and when it was time to get Bizzy
Don break, you can Wish, but You can escape
Because we crave dead Flesh
Triple 6 b*tch, easily you can be next

-Yeah, b*tch, the Triple 6 Mafia, breakin muth*fkin bones like it
ain s**t, for the 9 nickel, beeyaaaaaatch!
-(Talking)



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