| -This is ??? |
| Shalonda, Bone Magazine, here interviewing…
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| -Three 6 Mafia
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| -From Memphis, who has a unique quality of rap style, what would you do if
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| someone tried to duplicate your ideas?
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| Lord Infamous takin 1000 of razor blades
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| And I be pressin them into the flesh
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| Takin my pitchfork up out of the fire
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| And soakin it down in their chest
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| Through the ribs, spines, charcoalin the muscle tissue
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| And sendin what’s left in the mail to mammy
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| Cause I think she just might miss you
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| But first, I want to slowly pull off all your skin
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| Get grease and boil it hot pour it on you and your dead friends
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| I probably outta be not be so horribly slaughtering the body
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| I am so naughty because I am moderately in to photography
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| Following through the autopsy
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| No love for them bustas so just pour some acid all over them, too
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| That’s what I would do, Skinny Pimp what would you do?
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| Just look into the eyes of the mask
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| Slangin the AK to knock out my enemies
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| Fear of the razor, da blast, he done passed
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| I’m leavin no trace of the evidence
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| Bodies sit in box chopped up in pieces
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| His soul done rose, I placed them tubes up under my mattress
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| My conscience is black and it’s strange
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| Cause I murdered a victim, the Devil just rushin my time
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| With this 9 in my hand causin death when you sleep
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| In the casket I leave you no killas in mind
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| Pullin a jack, reach me that cheese, make a stupid move
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| Then ya bleed
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| Bustin 17, please don’t scream, don’t run
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| Either long range street sweep
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| Never ever run from the buckshots, bust em at ya back
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| When I’m full of yak, ain’t no clue
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| In 2 deep, you sneak, we creep, Juiceman, what would you do?
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| First the Juice look in the white pages for this trick
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| Mafia-style fool cause you don’t know who ya messin with
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| Caught him slippin in his home, minimum breathin on the phone
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| Warnin sign to let you know I’m comin so you better be gone
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| Wether ya run I be stoppin ya, with the 2 9s I be poppin ya
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| Witness a killa from North Memphis of the Three 6 Mafia
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| 2 killas at yo front door, 3 killas at yo back door
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| His broad peeked through the curtains
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| And saw them gats pointed at the window
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| Nothin but destruction after we touched em
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| Man I thought you knew
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| That’s what I would do, Gangsta Boo what would you do?
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| Think about a master plan on how to buck them bustas dead
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| Gangsta Boo this pimin playa comin with the livin dead
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| Yes I’m so so crazy
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| So so wild I be like puttin blood on you trick
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| Torture your body with nothin but fire
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| Then I calmly shoot you quick
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| Blast you in yo head make sure you dead
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| Cause I don’t want you to live
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| My words of wisdom:
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| The weaker the victim the bigger the thrill is
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| The Three 6 Mafia do not feel sorry and that’s how the story goes
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| We full of them leaves so we proceed to take all of your soul
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| It’s not a problem when I be buckin them suckas
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| I do it smooth
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| That’s what this Lady Boo would do, now Paul what would you do?
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| First I hit up Crunchy, and I get full of that holy smoke
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| The Devil’s already up in a killa
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| So I feel I have not to go too far to loc
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| This time you crossed the wrong click
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| Beware your murder’s all on my mind
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| Plus Satan’s inside
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| Movin my hand a little closer to this plastic 9
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| Burnin from the angle, my glock knows more
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| Every blink of the eye
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| But before it’s all gone, Bone, quickly I’m stickin them? |
| Loogers?
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| To watch you die
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| Dropped ya to your knees, now it’s time for you to bless
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| Man, I be DJ Paul, Da Killaman, with a fist full of fire
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| Punch a hole straight through yo chest
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| So bustas hear me close, you stole some styles and dis that’s cool
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| But steppin up to the bloody glock 9 millimeter
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| Three 6 dang fools, ain’t fools the best, what would you do?
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| Bone, live by yo rep cause we know you bound to slip
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| When we blast with that mask we gon empty this clip
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| See we can’t tolerate no sissy that is Layzie
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| Broke out the blender and I made some Krayzie gravy
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| It’s Eazy, and when it was time to get Bizzy
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| Don’t break, you can Wish, but You can’t escape
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| Because we crave dead Flesh
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| Three 6 tricks, easily you can be next
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| -Yeah, the Three 6 Mafia, straight outta Memphis, breakin these bones like it
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| ain’t shit, for the 9 nickel, triyaaaaaack! |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Live By Yo Rep , by - Three 6 Mafia. Song from the album Mystic Stylez, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп