Live By Yo Rep

Three 6 Mafia

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

    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's 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't scream, don't run
    Either long range street sweep
    Never ever run from the buckshots, bust em at ya back
    When it's full of yak, ain't no clue
    In 2 deep, you sleep, we creep, Juiceman, what would you do?

    First a nigga looked in the white pages for this bitch
    Mafia-style cause you don't know who ya fuckin it
    Called him at his fuckin home, nothin' but breathin on the phone
    Warnin sign to let you know it's 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

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    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's what I would do, Gangsta Boo what would you do?

    Think about a master plan on how to buck them bitches dead
    Gangsta Boo the Devil's Daughter comin with the livin dead
    Yes it's 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'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 fuckin soul
    It's not a problem when I buck you bitch, I do it smooth
    That's what the Devil's Daughter do, now Fly what would you do?

    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 fucked up clickin on you niggas, Fly gon ball, you punk
    To you fuckin imitators, watch yo ass fuckin click

    Bite a Playa's 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's what the Fly would do, now Killaman what would you do?

    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 loce
    You fucked up with the wrong click
    So your murderers all on my mind
    Plus Satanas inside, put my hand to this plastic 9
    Burnin' from the aim, my Glock knows more

    Every blink of the eye
    But before it's all over, you'll have 2 Loogers
    In your weak thigh
    Fall on to your kness, now it's time for you to assess
    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 fuckin crew

    Nigga, live by yo rep cause we ain't takin shit
    When I blast on yo ass, it's gon empty this clip

    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抰 escape
    Because we crave dead Flesh
    Triple 6 bitch, easily you can be next

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    Composición: Juicy J y DJ Paul

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