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Man it's cold'n a muthaf**ka I wish I had ole funkdafied...
is Lakeisha Lymon with Bone Magazine here interviewing the
(Three 6 Mafia)
from Memphis who has a unique of rap style
"What you do if someone 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 fire soakin it down in their
Through the ribs, spines, charcoal and the tissue
And sendin what's left of it to yo mammy
Because that (I think) she just might miss you
But first, I want to slowly pull off all your
Get grease and it hot pour it on you and your dead friend
I probably outta be not be so horribly slaughtering the
I am so naughty I am moderately into photography
Following through the
But man, f**k it, (enough of bustas so just) pour some acid all over them, too
That's what I would do, Pimp what would you do?

Pimp]
Just look the eyes of the mask
Slangin the AK to out my enemies
Fear of the razor, da blast, he done
I'm no trace of the evidence
Bodies be in box up in pieces
His soul rose, I placed them tubes up under my mattress
My conscience is black and strange
Cause I murdered a (edit) bitch, and the Devil rushin my time
With 9 in my hand causin death when you sleep
In the casket I you no killas in mind
Pullin a jack, reach me that cheese, make a move
ya bleed
Bustin 17, please scream,
don't run neither long street sweep
Never run from the buckshots, bust em at ya back
When I'm full of yak, ain't no
In too deep, you sneak, we creep, Juiceman, what you do?

J]
First a nigga (the Juice) look in the white for this bitch (trick)
Mafia-style nigga (fool) cause you don't know who ya with (messin with)
Called him at his f**kin (called him slippin at his) home, minimum on the phone
sign to let you know 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 6 Mafia
Two killas at yo front door, Three killas at yo door
These hoes (edit) through the curtains
And saw gats pointed at the window
Nothin but after we touched em
Man I you knew
That's what I do, Gangsta Boo what would you do?

Boo]
Think hard of a plan on how to buck them bitches (bustas) dead
Gangsta Boo the Devil's Daughter (this pimpin playa) with the livin dead
Yes I'm so so crazy, so so scandalous(wild), (edit) I will you bitch
Torture your body nothin but fire
I calmly shoot you bitch (quick)
Blast you in yo head sure you dead
Cause I want you to live
My words of wisdom: The weaker the victim the bigger the is
The Three 6 Mafia do not feel sorry for of you dirty hoes (and that's how the story goes)
We full of that (them leaves) so we proceed to take your f**kin soul (all of your souls)
not a problem when I buck you bitch,(I be buckin them suckas) I do it smooth
That's what the Devil's do, (this lady boo would do) now (Paul) Fly what would you do?

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

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

[D.J.
First I hit up Crunchy, and I get full of that Holy
The Devil's already up in me killa so I (i a high notta go) ain't gotta go too far to loc
You f**ked (edit) up with the wrong (This time you've crossed your ? beware)
So your murder's all on my
Plus is inside, put my hand (Move my hand real close) to this plastic 9
Burnin the aim, and my glock knows more
blink of the eye
But before it's all (gone Bone then stickin them lugers to watch you die), you'll have 2 ?
In weak thigh-(not in the radio edit)
(Dropped you to your knees) Fall on to your kness, now time for you to (bless what be?)'fess
(DJ Paul to kill a man a fist full of fire)My fist full of fire, punch a hole straight 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 me cause you stole some styles and dissed that's cool
but steppin up to bloody black 9mm Three 6 ain't fools ain't fools don't mess with this crew)

Chorus (4x): Nigga, live by yo rep cause we takin shit
I blast on yo ass, I'm gon empty this clip
(Round live by you rep you know you better slip
when we blast on that ass(?edit) we gonna that clip)

(This is where the radio edit ends.)

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

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