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

[Lord
Well Infamous takin the of razor blades and I be pressin em up in their flesh
Takin my up out of the fire soakin it down in their chest
the ribs, spines, charcoal and the muscle tissue
And what's left of it back to yo mammy
that bitch (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 outta be not be so horribly slaughtering the body
I am so because I am moderately into photography
Following through the
But man, f**k it, (enough of them so just) pour some acid all over them, too
That's what I would do, Skinny Pimp would you do?

Pimp]
Just look into the eyes of the
the AK to knock out my enemies
Fear of the razor, da blast, he done
I'm leavin no of the evidence
Bodies be in box up in pieces
His soul done rose, I placed them tubes up under my
My conscience is and it's strange
Cause I murdered a (edit) bitch, and the Devil just my time
With this 9 in my hand causin death 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,
don't run neither range street sweep
Never never run from the buckshots, em at ya back
When I'm full of yak, ain't no
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)
Mafia-style nigga (fool) you don't know who ya f**kin with (messin with)
Called him at his f**kin (called him slippin at his) home, breathin on the phone
Warnin sign to let you I'm comin so you better be gone
ya run I be stoppin ya, with 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 at yo back door
These hoes (edit) peeked through the
And saw gats pointed at the window
but destruction after we touched em
Man I thought you
That's what I do, Gangsta Boo what would you do?

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

[Playa
Clizick with the Triple 6 niggaz for yo death
Ain't no shame up in my game, as you take last breath
Six trill, ready 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 and slip, soon you will be stackin, bitch
Fly gon bring them body bags, you touch the f**kin shovel
Dig it deep and bury bitch
Lay em there with the Devil
Busta numb, red rum, Mr. I-B-N,
Oh what the Fly would do, now Killaman 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 killa so I (i feel a high notta go) ain't go too far to loc
You f**ked (edit) up with the wrong click (This time you've your ? beware)
So murder's all on my mind
Plus Satan is inside, put my hand (Move my 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 quickin then stickin them lugers to watch you die), you'll 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 full of fire)My fist full of fire, punch a hole straight through yo chest
So any trick that wanna of this, everything, it's cool
You heard what I would do, The Triple 6 whole crew
(So bustas hear me cause you stole some styles and 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 blast on yo ass, I'm gon empty this
(Round live by you rep cause you know you slip
when we on that ass(?edit) we gonna empty that clip)

Note: (This is where the radio ends.)

Infamous]
See we can't no nigga that is Layzie
Broke out the blender and I made Krayzie gravy
Eazy, and when it was time to get Bizzy
Don't break, you can Wish, but You can't
Because we crave dead
6 bitch, easily you can be next

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