Gangsta Boo - Live by Yo Rep (Screwed) lyrics

-this is ? ? ? shalonda, bone magazine, here interviewing... -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 Lord infamous takin 1000 of razor blades And I be pressin them into the flesh Takin my pitchfork up out of the fire And soakin it down in their chest Through the ribs, spines, charcoalin the muscle tissue And sendin what's left in the mail to mammy Cause 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 friends I probably outta be not be so horribly slaughtering the body I am so naughty because I am moderately in to photography Following through the autopsy No love for 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 pa**ed I'm 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 victim, the devil just rushin my time With this 9 in my hand causin d**h when you sleep In the casket I leave you no k**as in mind Pullin a jack, reach me that cheese, make a stupid move Then 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 2 deep, you sneak, we creep, juiceman, what would you do? Juicy j First the juice look in the white pages for this trick Mafia-style fool cause you don't know who ya messin with Caught him slippin in 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 2 9s I be poppin ya Witness a k**a from north memphis of the three 6 mafia 2 k**as at yo front door, 3 k**as at yo back door His broad 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 about a master plan on how to buck them bustas dead Gangsta boo this pimin playa comin with the livin dead Yes I'm so so crazy So so wild I be like puttin blood on you trick Torture your body with nothin but fire Then I calmly shoot you 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 and that's how the story goes We full of them leaves so we proceed to take all of your soul It's not a problem when I be buckin them s**as I do it smooth That's what this lady boo would do, now paul 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 a k**a So I feel I have not to go too far to loc This time you crossed the wrong click Beware your murder's all on my mind Plus satan's inside Movin my hand a little closer to this plastic 9 Burnin from the angle, my Glock knows more Every blink of the eye But before it's all gone, bone, quickly I'm stickin them ? loogers? To watch you die Dropped ya to your knees, now it's time for you to bless Man, I be dj paul, da k**aman, with a fist full of fire Punch a hole straight through yo chest So bustas hear me close, you stole some styles and dis that's cool But steppin up to the bloody Glock 9 millimeter Three 6 dang fools, ain't fools the best, what would you do? Chorus (4x): bone,live by yo rep cause we know you bound to slip When we blast with that mask we gon empty this clip Lord infamous See we can't tolerate no sissy 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 Three 6 tricks, easily you can be next -yeah, the three 6 mafia, straight outta memphis, breakin these bones like it Ain't sh*t, for the 9 nickel, triyaaaaaack!