Live By Yo Rep Radio And Raw Lyrics - Three 6 Mafia

Man it's cold'n a muthaf**ka I wish I had some ole funkdafied... 

This is Lakeisha Lymon with Bone Magazine here interviewing the 

(Three 6 Mafia) 

from Memphis who has a unique quality of rap style 

"What would you do if someone tried to duplicate your ideas?" 

[Lord Infamous] 

Well Infamous takin the 1000 of razor blades and I be pressin em up in their flesh 

Takin my pitchfork up out of the fire soakin it down in their chest 

Through the ribs, spines, charcoal and the muscle tissue 

And sendin what's left of it back to yo mammy 

Because that bitch (I think) she just might miss you 

But first, I want to slowly pull off all your skin 

Get grease and boil it hot pour it on you and your dead friend 

I probably outta be not be so horribly slaughtering the body 

I am so naughty because I am moderately into photography 

Following through the autopsy 

But man, f**k it, (enough of them bustas so just) pour some acid all over them, too 

That's what I would do, Skinny Pimp what would you do? 

[Skinny Pimp] 

Just look into the eyes of the mask 

Slangin the AK to knock out my enemies 

Fear of the razor, da blast, he done passed 

I'm leavin no trace of the evidence 

Bodies be 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 (edit) bitch, and the Devil just rushin my time 

With this 9 in my hand causin death when you sleep 

In the casket I leave you no killas in mind 

Pullin a jack, reach me that cheese, make a stupid move 

Nigga ya bleed 

Bustin 17, please don't scream, 

don't run neither long range street sweep 

Never never run from the buckshots, bust em at ya back 

When I'm full of yak, ain't no clue 

In too deep, you sneak, we creep, Juiceman, what would you do? 

[Juicy J] 

First a nigga (the Juice) look in the white pages for this bitch (trick) 

Mafia-style nigga (fool) cause you don't know who ya f**kin with (messin with) 

Called him at his f**kin (called him slippin at his) home, minimum breathin on the phone 

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

Wether ya run I be stoppin ya, with the two 9s I be poppin ya 

Witness a (killa) nigga from North Memphis of the Triple 6 Mafia 

Two killas at yo front door, Three killas at yo back door 

These hoes (edit) 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? 

[Gangsta Boo] 

Think hard of a master plan on how to buck them bitches (bustas) dead 

Gangsta Boo the Devil's Daughter (this pimpin playa) comin with the livin dead 

Yes I'm so so crazy, so so scandalous(wild), (edit) I will hurt you bitch 

Torture your body with nothin but fire 

Then I calmly shoot you bitch (quick) 

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 is 

The Three 6 Mafia do not feel sorry for none of you dirty hoes (and that's how the story goes) 

We full of that weed (them leaves) so we proceed to take your f**kin soul (all of your souls) 

It's not a problem when I buck you bitch,(I be buckin them suckas) I do it smooth 

That's what the Devil's Daughter do, (this lady boo would do) now (Paul) Fly what would you do? 

Note: (Fly's flo is not in the radio edit.) 

[Playa Fly] 

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 f**ked up clickin on you niggas, Fly gon ball, you punk 

To you f**kin imitators, watch yo ass f**kin click 

Bite a Playa's style and slip, soon you will be stackin, bitch 

Fly gon bring them body bags, Lord you touch the f**kin 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? 

[D.J. Paul] 

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

The Devil's already up in me killa so I (i feel a high notta go) ain't gotta go too far to loc 

You f**ked (edit) up with the wrong click (This time you've crossed your ? beware) 

So your murder's all on my mind 

Plus Satan is inside, put my hand (Move my hand real close) to this plastic 9 

Burnin from the aim, and my glock knows more 

Every blink of the eye 

But before it's all (gone Bone quickin then stickin them lugers to watch you die), you'll have 2 ? 

In your weak thigh-(not in the radio edit) 

(Dropped you to your knees) Fall on to your kness, now it's time for you to (bless what be?)'fess 

(DJ Paul to kill a man with a fist full of fire)My fist full of fire, 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, The Triple 6 whole f**kin crew 

(So bustas hear me cause you stole some styles and dissed that's cool 

but steppin up to them bloody black 9mm Three 6 ain't fools ain't fools don't mess with this crew) 

Chorus (4x): Nigga, live by yo rep cause we ain't takin shit 

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

(Round live by you rep cause you know you better slip 

when we blast on that ass(?edit) we gonna empty that clip) 

Note: (This is where the radio edit ends.) 

[Lord Infamous] 

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 muthaf**kin bones like it 

ain't shit, for the 9 nickel, beeyaaaaaatch! 

-(Talking)