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Live by yo rep (b.o.n.e. dis) Lyrics by Three 6 Mafia
Live by yo rep (b.o.n.e. dis) by Three 6 Mafia
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 whatæŠ¯ left in back to yo mamy
because that b**ch 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, f**k it, pour some acid on them, too
ThatæŠ¯ 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 itæŠ¯ strange
Cause I murdered a b**ch, 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 donæŠ° scream, donæŠ° run
Either long range street sweep
Never ever run from the buckshots, bust em at ya back
When IæŠ¦ full of yak, ainæŠ° no clue
In 2 deep, you sleep, we creep, Juiceman, what would you do?
First a nigga looked in the white pages for this b**ch
Mafia-style cause you donæŠ° know who ya f**kin it
Called him at his f**kin home, nothin' but breathin on the phone
Warnin sign to let you know IæŠ¦ 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
ThatæŠ¯ what I would do, Gangsta Boo what would you do?
Think about a master plan on how to buck them b**ches dead
Gangsta Boo the DevilæŠ¯ Daughter comin with the livin dead
Yes IæŠ¦ so so crazy, so so scandalous, I will hurt you b**ch
Torture your body with nothin but fire
Then I calmly shoot you b**ch
Blast you in yo head make sure you dead
Cause I donæŠ° 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**kin soul
ItæŠ¯ not a problem when I buck you b**ch, I do it smooth
ThatæŠ¯ what the DevilæŠ¯ Daughter do, now Fly what would you do?
Clizick with the real Triple 6 niggaz for yo death
AinæŠ° no shame up in my game, as you take your last breath
Six niggaz trill, ready to kill, bustas, suckas jump
Pull a f**ked up clickin on you niggas, Fly gon ball, you punk
To you f**kin imitators, watch yo ass f**kin click
Bite a PlayaæŠ¯ style and slip, soon you will be stankin, b**ch
Fly gon bring them body bags, Lord you touch the f**kin shovel
Dig it deep and bury that b**ch
Lay em down there with the Devil
Busta numb, red rum, Mr. I-B-N, fool
Oh thatæŠ¯ 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 DevilæŠ¯ already in me so I ainæŠ° gotta go too far to loce
You f**ked up with the wrong click
So your murderæŠ¯ all on my mind
Plus SatanæŠ¯ inside, put my hand to this plastic 9
Burrnin from the aim, my glock knows more
Every blink of the eye
But before itæŠ¯ all over, youæŠ£l have 2 Loogers
In your weak thigh
Fall on to your kness, now itæŠ¯ time for you to æ…ºess
My fist full of fire, I punch a hole straight through yo chest
So any trick that wanna bite of this, everything, itæŠ¯ cool
You heard what I would do, and the Triple 6 whole f**kin crew
Chorus (4x): Nigga, live by yo rep cause we ainæŠ° takin sh*t
When I blast on yo ass, IæŠ¦ gon empty this clip
See we canæŠ° tolerate no nigga that is Layzie
Broke out the blender and I made some Krayzie gravy
ItæŠ¯ Eazy, and when it was time to get Bizzy
DonæŠ° break, you can Wish, but You canæŠ° escape
Because we crave dead Flesh
Triple 6 b**ch, easily you can be next
-Yeah, b**ch, the Triple 6 Mafia, breakin muthaf**kin bones like it
ainæŠ° sh*t, for the 9 nickel, beeyaaaaaatch!