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

Infamous]
Well Infamous takin the of razor blades 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, charcoal and the muscle
And sendin what's left of it to yo mammy
Because that bitch (I think) she just miss you
But first, I want to pull off all your skin
Get and boil it hot pour it on you and your dead friend
I probably outta be not be so horribly slaughtering the
I am so naughty because I am into photography
through the autopsy
But man, f**k it, (enough of them bustas so just) some acid all over them, too
what I would do, Skinny Pimp what would you do?

[Skinny
Just into the eyes of the mask
Slangin the AK to knock out my
of the razor, da blast, he done passed
I'm leavin no of the evidence
Bodies be in box chopped up in
His soul done rose, I placed them up under my mattress
My conscience is black and it's
Cause I murdered a (edit) bitch, and the Devil just rushin my
With this 9 in my hand death when you sleep
In the casket I leave you no in mind
Pullin a jack, me that cheese, make a stupid move
ya bleed
Bustin 17, please scream,
don't run neither long street sweep
Never never run from the buckshots, em at ya back
When I'm full of yak, no clue
In too deep, you sneak, we creep, Juiceman, what you do?

J]
First a nigga (the Juice) look in the pages for this bitch (trick)
Mafia-style nigga (fool) cause you don't know who ya with (messin with)
him at his f**kin (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, with the two 9s I be ya
a (killa) nigga from North Memphis of the Triple 6 Mafia
Two killas at yo front door, Three at yo back door
These hoes (edit) peeked the curtains
And saw them pointed at the window
Nothin but destruction after we em
Man I you knew
That's what I would do, Boo what would you do?

[Gangsta
Think hard of a master on how to buck them bitches (bustas) dead
Gangsta Boo the Daughter (this pimpin playa) comin with the livin dead
Yes I'm so so crazy, so so scandalous(wild), (edit) I will you bitch
Torture body with nothin but fire
I calmly shoot you bitch (quick)
Blast you in yo make sure you dead
I don't want you to live
My words of wisdom: The the victim the bigger the thrill is
The Three 6 Mafia do not feel sorry for none of you 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 the Devil's Daughter do, (this lady boo would do) now (Paul) Fly what would you do?

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

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

[D.J.
First I hit up Crunchy, and I get full of Holy Smoke
The Devil's already up in me so I (i feel a high notta go) ain't gotta go too far to loc
You f**ked (edit) up with the wrong click (This time you've your ? beware)
So your murder's all on my
Plus Satan is inside, put my hand (Move my hand real close) to plastic 9
Burnin the aim, and my glock knows more
Every of the eye
But before it's all (gone Bone quickin then stickin 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 it's for you to (bless what be?)'fess
(DJ Paul to kill a man with a fist of fire)My fist full of fire, punch a hole straight through yo chest
So any trick that wanna bite of this, everything, it's
You heard what I would do, The Triple 6 whole crew
(So bustas hear me you stole some styles and dissed that's cool
but steppin up to them 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 ain't shit
When I on yo ass, I'm gon empty this clip
(Round live by you rep cause you know you slip
when we on that ass(?edit) we gonna empty that clip)

Note: (This is the radio edit ends.)

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

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