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Man it's cold'n a muthaf**ka I I had some ole funkdafied...
This is Lakeisha Lymon with Bone Magazine here the
(Three 6 Mafia)
from who has a unique quality of rap style
"What would you do if tried to duplicate your ideas?"

[Lord
Well Infamous takin the 1000 of razor and I be pressin em up in their flesh
Takin my pitchfork up out of the soakin it down in their chest
Through the ribs, spines, and the muscle tissue
And sendin what's left of it back to yo
Because bitch (I think) she just might miss you
But first, I want to pull off all your skin
Get grease and boil it hot pour it on you and dead friend
I outta be not be so horribly slaughtering the body
I am so naughty because I am moderately photography
through the autopsy
But man, f**k it, (enough of them bustas so just) pour some all over them, too
That's what I would do, Skinny what would you do?

Pimp]
Just look the eyes of the mask
Slangin the AK to knock out my
Fear of the razor, da blast, he passed
I'm leavin no of the evidence
be in box chopped up in pieces
His soul done rose, I placed them tubes up under my
My conscience is black and it's
Cause I murdered a (edit) bitch, and the just rushin my time
With this 9 in my hand causin when you sleep
In the casket I you no killas in mind
Pullin a jack, reach me that cheese, a stupid move
ya bleed
Bustin 17, please scream,
run neither long range street sweep
Never never run from the buckshots, bust em at ya
When I'm of yak, ain't no clue
In too deep, you sneak, we creep, Juiceman, would you do?

J]
First a nigga (the Juice) in the white pages for this bitch (trick)
nigga (fool) cause you don't know who ya f**kin with (messin with)
Called him at his (called him slippin at his) home, minimum breathin on the phone
Warnin sign to let you I'm comin so you better be gone
Wether ya run I be stoppin ya, the two 9s I be poppin ya
Witness a (killa) nigga from North Memphis of the Triple 6
Two killas at yo front door, Three killas at yo back
These hoes (edit) through the curtains
And saw them gats pointed at the
Nothin but destruction we touched em
Man I you knew
That's I would do, Gangsta Boo what would you do?

[Gangsta
Think hard of a master on how to buck them bitches (bustas) dead
Gangsta Boo the Devil's Daughter (this pimpin playa) comin with the livin
Yes I'm so so crazy, so so scandalous(wild), (edit) I will hurt you
your body with nothin but fire
Then I calmly shoot you (quick)
Blast you in yo head sure you dead
Cause I don't you to live
My words of wisdom: The weaker the victim the bigger the is
The Three 6 Mafia do not feel sorry for none of you dirty hoes (and how the story goes)
We full of that weed (them leaves) so we proceed to take f**kin soul (all of your souls)
It's not a problem when I you bitch,(I be buckin them suckas) I do it smooth
That's what the Devil's Daughter do, (this boo would do) now (Paul) Fly what would you do?

Note: (Fly's flo is not in the edit.)

[Playa
Clizick with the real Triple 6 niggaz for yo
Ain't no shame up in my game, as you take your breath
Six niggaz trill, to kill, bustas, suckas jump
a f**ked up clickin on you niggas, Fly gon ball, you punk
To you imitators, watch yo ass f**kin click
Bite a Playa's style and slip, soon you be stackin, bitch
Fly gon bring them body bags, Lord you the f**kin shovel
Dig it deep and that bitch
Lay em down with the Devil
numb, red rum, Mr. I-B-N, fool
Oh that's what the Fly would do, now Killaman what you do?

[D.J.
I hit up Crunchy, and I get full of that Holy Smoke
The Devil's already up in me killa so I (i feel a high go) ain't gotta go too far to loc
You f**ked (edit) up with the click (This time you've crossed your ? beware)
So your murder's all on my
Plus Satan is inside, put my hand (Move my hand real close) to this 9
Burnin from the aim, and my glock knows
blink of the eye
But before it's all (gone Bone quickin then stickin them lugers to watch you die), have 2 ?
In your thigh-(not in the radio edit)
(Dropped you to knees) Fall on to your kness, now it's time for you to (bless what be?)'fess
(DJ Paul to kill a man with a fist full of fire)My fist full of fire, punch a hole through yo chest
So any trick that wanna bite of this, everything, cool
You heard I would do, The Triple 6 whole f**kin crew
(So bustas hear me cause you stole some styles and that's cool
but steppin up to them bloody black 9mm Three 6 ain't fools ain't fools mess with this crew)

Chorus (4x): Nigga, live by yo rep cause we ain't takin
When I on yo ass, I'm gon empty this clip
(Round by you rep cause you know you better slip
when we blast on that ass(?edit) we empty that clip)

Note: (This is where the edit ends.)

[Lord
See we can't tolerate no nigga that is
out the blender and I made some Krayzie gravy
It's Eazy, and when it was time to get
Don't break, you can Wish, but You escape
Because we crave Flesh
Triple 6 bitch, easily you can be

-Yeah, bitch, the Triple 6 Mafia, breakin muthaf**kin like it
shit, for the 9 nickel, beeyaaaaaatch!
-(Talking)