Lord Infamous - Live by Yo Rep (Bone Dis) lyrics

[Talking] That's cold as a motherf**er, I wish I had some ole funkdafied This is Shaquisha Shalonda, Bone Magazine Here interviewing the Triple 6 Mafia from Memphis Who has a unique quality of rap style What would you do if someone tried to duplicate your ideas? [Verse 1: Lord Infamous] Well, I shall take a 1000 razor blades and press them in their flesh Take my pitchfork out the fire, soak it in their chest Through the ribs, spines, charcoal the muscle tissue And send what's left back to yo mammy Cause that b**h might miss you But first, I want to slowly peel 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 into photography Following through the autopsy But man, f** it, pour some acid on them, too That's what I would do, Skinny Pimp what would you do? [Verse 2: 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 pa**ed 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 b**h, and the Devil just rushin my time With this 9 in my hand causin d**h when you sleep In the casket I make you no k**as in mind Pullin a jack, reach me that cheese Make a stupid move, n***a 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? [Verse 3: Juicy J] First a n***a look in the white pages for this b**h Mafia-style n***a cause you don't know who ya f**in wit Called him at his f**in home Nothing but 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 nines I be poppin ya Witness a n***a from North Memphis of the Triple 6 Mafia 2 k**as at yo front door, 3 k**as 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? [Verse 4: Gangsta Boo] Think about a master plan on how to bust them b**hes 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 b**h Torture your body with nothin but fire Then I calmly shoot you b**h 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 f**in soul It's not a problem when I buck you b**h, I do it smooth That's what the Devil's Daughter do, now Fly What would you do? [Verse 5: Playa Fly] Clizick with the real Triple 6 n***as for yo d**h Ain't no shame up in my game, as you take your last breath Six n***as trill, ready to k**, bustas, s**ers jump Pull a f**ed up clickin on you n***as, Fly gon ball, you punk To you f**in imitators, watch yo a** f**in click Bite a Playa's style and slip, soon you will be stackin, b**h Fly gon bring them body bags Lord you touch the f**in shovel Dig it deep and bury that b**h Lay 'em down there with the Devil Busta numb, redruM, Mr. I-B-N, fool Oh that's what the Fly would do Now k**aman what would you do? [Verse 6: DJ Paul, AKA da k**aman] 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 look You f**ed 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'll have two Lugers In your weak thigh Fall on to your kness, now it's time for you to 'fess 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 f**in crew [Chorus] 4x n***a, live by yo rep cause we ain't takin sh** When I blast on yo a**, I'm gon empty this clip [Verse 7: Lord Infamous] See we can't tolerate no n***a 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 b**h, easily you can be next [Talking] Yeah, b**h, the Triple 6 Mafia Breakin motherf**in bones like it ain't sh** For the nine-nickle, beeyaaaaaatch!