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

Infamous]
Well Infamous takin the 1000 of blades and I be pressin em up in their flesh
Takin my pitchfork up out of the fire soakin it in their chest
Through the ribs, spines, charcoal and the muscle
And sendin what's of it back to yo mammy
Because that bitch (I think) she might miss you
But first, I want to slowly pull off all skin
Get grease and boil it hot pour it on you and your dead
I probably outta be not be so horribly the body
I am so naughty I am moderately into photography
Following the autopsy
But man, f**k it, (enough of them bustas so just) pour some acid all them, too
That's what I would do, Skinny Pimp what you do?

Pimp]
Just look into the eyes of the
Slangin the AK to out my enemies
Fear of the razor, da blast, he passed
I'm leavin no of the evidence
Bodies be in box up in pieces
His soul done rose, I placed them up under my mattress
My conscience is black and it's
Cause I a (edit) bitch, and the Devil just rushin my time
With 9 in my hand causin death when you sleep
In the casket I leave you no in mind
Pullin a jack, reach me that cheese, make a stupid
ya bleed
Bustin 17, don't scream,
don't run neither range street sweep
Never never run the buckshots, bust em at ya back
I'm full of yak, ain't no clue
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 breathin on the
Warnin 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) from North Memphis of the Triple 6 Mafia
Two killas at yo front door, Three killas at yo back
These hoes (edit) peeked the curtains
And saw them pointed at the window
Nothin but after we touched em
Man I you knew
That's what I would do, Boo what would you do?

[Gangsta
Think hard of a master plan on how to buck 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 hurt you bitch
Torture your body with but fire
I calmly shoot you bitch (quick)
Blast you in yo head make sure you
I don't 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 none of you dirty hoes (and that's how the goes)
We of that 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 suckas) I do it smooth
That's the Devil's Daughter do, (this lady boo would do) now (Paul) Fly what would you do?

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

[Playa
with 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
Pull a f**ked up clickin on you niggas, Fly gon ball, you
To you f**kin imitators, yo ass f**kin click
Bite a Playa's style and slip, you will be stackin, bitch
Fly gon bring them body bags, Lord you the f**kin shovel
Dig it deep and bury that
Lay em there with the Devil
Busta numb, red rum, Mr. I-B-N,
Oh that's what the Fly would do, now Killaman would you do?

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

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

Note: (This is where the edit ends.)

Infamous]
See we can't no nigga that is Layzie
out the blender and I made some Krayzie gravy
It's Eazy, and when it was time to get
break, you can Wish, but You can't escape
Because we crave dead
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)