Three 6 Mafia - Live By Yo Rep (B.O.N.E. Dis) lyrics

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[Lord Infamous]

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抯 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抯 what I would do, Skinny Pimp what would you do?

[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 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抯 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抰 scream, don抰 run

Either long range street sweep

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

When I抦 full of yak, ain抰 no clue

In 2 deep, you sleep, we creep, Juiceman, what would you do?

[Juicy J]

First a nigga looked in the white pages for this bitch

Mafia-style cause you don抰 know who ya fuckin it

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

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

Wether ya run I be stoppin ya, with the 2 9s I be poppin ya

Witness a nigga from North Memphis of the Triple 6 Mafia

2 killas at yo front door, 3 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抯 what I would do, Gangsta Boo what would you do?

[Gangsta Boo]

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

Gangsta Boo the Devil抯 Daughter comin with the livin dead

Yes I抦 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抰 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抯 not a problem when I buck you bitch, I do it smooth

That抯 what the Devil抯 Daughter do, now Fly what would you do?

[Playa Fly]

Clizick with the real Triple 6 niggaz for yo death

Ain抰 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抯 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抯 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 Ghost

The Devil抯 already in me so I ain抰 gotta go too far to loce

You fucked up with the wrong click

So your murder抯 all on my mind

Plus Satan抯 inside, put my hand to this plastic 9

Burrnin from the aim, my glock knows more

Every blink of the eye

But before it抯 all over, you抣l have 2 Loogers

In your weak thigh

Fall on to your kness, now it抯 time for you to 慺ess

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

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

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

Chorus (4x): Nigga, live by yo rep cause we ain抰 takin shit

When I blast on yo ass, I抦 gon empty this clip

[Lord Infamous]

See we can抰 tolerate no nigga that is Layzie

Broke out the blender and I made some Krayzie gravy

It抯 Eazy, and when it was time to get Bizzy

Don抰 break, you can Wish, but You can抰 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抰 shit, for the 9 nickel, beeyaaaaaatch!

-(Talking)