Live By Yo Rep (b.o.n.e. Dis) Lyrics - Live By Yo Rep (live) - Three 6 Mafia

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's left in back to yo, mamy 

Because that bitch 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, fuck it, pour some acid on them, too 

That What I would do, Skinny Pimp what would you do? 

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's strange 

'Cause I murdered a bitch 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 

Nigga ya bleed bustin' 17, please don't scream, don't run 

Either long range street sweep 

Never ever run from the buckshots, bust 'em at ya back 

When I'm full of yak, ain't no clue 

In to deep, you sleep, we creep, Juiceman, what would you do? 

First a nigga looked in the white pages for this bitch 

Mafia style 'cause you don't know who ya fuckin' it 

Called him at his fuckin' home, nothin' but breathin' on the phone 

Warnin' sign to let you know, I'm comin' so you better be gone 

Werther ya run, I be stoppin' ya, with the 29s I be poppin' ya 

Witness a nigga from North Memphis of the Triple 6 Mafia 

Two killas at yo front door, three 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's what I would do, Gangsta Boo what would you do? 

Think about a master plan on how to buck them bitches dead 

Gangsta Boo the devil's daughter comin' with the livin' dead 

Yes I'm so so crazy, so so scandalous, I will hurt you bitch 

Torture your body with nothin' but fire 

Then I calmly shoot you bitch 

Blast you in yo head make sure you dead 

'Cause I don't 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 fuckin' soul 

It's not a problem when I buck you bitch, I do it smooth 

That's what the devil's daughter do, now Fly what would you do? 

Clizick with the real Triple 6 niggaz for yo death 

Ain't no shame up in my game, as you take your last breath 

Six niggaz trill, ready to kill, bustas, suckas jump 

Pull a fucked up clickin' on you niggas, Fly gon' ball, you punk 

To you fuckin' imitators, watch yo ass fuckin' click 

Bite a playa's style and slip, soon you will be stankin', bitch 

Fly gon' bring them body bags, Lord you touch the fuckin' shovel 

Dig it deep and bury that bitch, lay 'em down there with the devil 

Busta numb, red rum, Mr. I B N, fool 

Oh, that's what the Fly would do, now Killaman what would you do? 

First I hit up Crunchy, and I get full of that Holy Ghost 

The devil's already in me so I ain't gotta go too far to loce 

You fucked up with the wrong click, so your murder's all on my mind 

Plus Satan's inside, put my hand to this plastic 9 

Burrnin' from the aim, my Glock knows more 

Every blink of the eye but before it's all over, you 

l have two Loogers in your weak thigh 

Fall on to your kness, now it's time for you to guess 

My fist full of fire, I punch a hole straight through yo chest 

So any trick that wanna bite of this, everything, it's cool 

You heard what I would do and the Triple 6 whole fuckin' crew 

Nigga, live by yo rep, 'cause we ain't takin' shit 

When I blast on yo ass, I'm gon' empty this clip 

Nigga, live by yo rep, 'cause we ain't takin' shit 

When I blast on yo ass, I'm gon' empty this clip 

Nigga, live by yo rep, 'cause we ain't takin' shit 

When I blast on yo ass, I'm gon' empty this clip 

Nigga, live by yo rep, 'cause we ain't takin' shit 

When I blast on yo ass, I'm gon' empty this clip 

See we can't tolerate no nigga that is Layzie 

Broke out the blender and I made some Krayzie gravy 

It's Eazy and when it was time to get Bizzy 

Don't break, you can wish but you can't escape 

Because we crave dead flesh 

Triple 6 bitch, easily you can be next 

Yeah, bitch, the Triple 6 Mafia, breakin' muthafuckin' bones like it 

Ain't shit, for the 9 nickel [unverified]