Three 6 Mafia - Live By Yo Rep (Screwed) lyrics

Man it's cold'n a muthaf**ka I wish I had some ole funkdafied... This is Lakeisha Lymon with Bone Magazine here interviewing the (Three 6 Mafia) From Memphis who has a unique quality of rap style "What would you do if someone tried to duplicate your ideas?" [Lord Infamous] Well Infamous takin the 1000 of razor blades and I be pressin em up in their flesh Takin my pitchfork up out of the fire soakin it down in their chest Through the ribs, spines, charcoal and the muscle tissue And sendin what's left of it back to yo mammy Because that b**h (I think) she just might miss you But first, I want to slowly pull off all your skin Get grease and boil it hot pour it on you and your dead friend I probably outta be not be so horribly slaughtering the body I am so naughty because I am moderately into photography Following through the autopsy But man, f**k it, (enough of them bustas so just) pour some acid all over them, too That's what I would do, Skinny Pimp what would you do? [Skinny Pimp] Just look into the eyes of the mask Slangin the AK to knock out my enemies Fear of the razor, da blast, he done pa**ed I'm leavin no trace of the evidence Bodies be in box chopped up in pieces His soul done rose, I placed them tubes up under my mattress My conscience is black and it's strange Cause I murdered a (edit) b**h, and the Devil just rushin my time With this 9 in my hand causin d**h when you sleep In the casket I leave you no k**as in mind Pullin a jack, reach me that cheese, make a stupid move n***a ya bleed Bustin 17, please don't scream, Don't run neither long range street sweep Never never run from the buckshots, bust em at ya back When I'm full of yak, ain't no clue In too deep, you sneak, we creep, Juiceman, what would you do? [Juicy J] First a n***a (the Juice) look in the white pages for this b**h (trick) Mafia-style n***a (fool) cause you don't know who ya f**kin with (messin with) Called him at his f**kin (called him slippin at his) home, minimum breathin on the phone Warnin sign to let you know I'm comin so you better be gone Wether ya run I be stoppin ya, with the two 9s I be poppin ya Witness a (k**a) n***a from North Memphis of the Triple 6 Mafia Two k**as at yo front door, Three k**as at yo back door These hoes (edit) peeked through the curtains And saw them gats pointed at the window Nothin but destruction after we touched em Man I thought you knew That's what I would do, Gangsta Boo what would you do? [Gangsta Boo] Think hard of a master plan on how to buck them b**hes (bustas) dead Gangsta Boo the Devil's Daughter (this pimpin playa) comin with the livin dead Yes I'm so so crazy, so so scandalous(wild), (edit) I will hurt you b**h Torture your body with nothin but fire Then I calmly shoot you b**h (quick) Blast you in yo head make sure you dead Cause I don't want you to live My words of wisdom: The weaker the victim the bigger the thrill is The Three 6 Mafia do not feel sorry for none of you dirty hoes (and that's how the story goes) We full 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 b**h,(I be buckin them s**as) I do it smooth That's 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 radio edit.) [Playa Fly] Clizick with the real Triple 6 n***az for yo d**h Ain't no shame up in my game, as you take your last breath Six n***az trill, ready to k**, bustas, s**as jump Pull a f**ked up clickin on you n***as, Fly gon ball, you punk To you f**kin imitators, watch yo a** f**kin click Bite a Playa's style and slip, soon you will be stackin, b**h Fly gon bring them body bags, Lord you touch the f**kin shovel Dig it deep and bury that b**h Lay em down there with the Devil Busta numb, red rum, Mr. I-B-N, fool Oh that's what the Fly would do, now k**aman what would you do? [D.J. Paul] First I hit up Crunchy, and I get full of that Holy Smoke The Devil's already up in me k**a 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 crossed your? beware) So your murder's all on my mind Plus Satan is inside, put my hand (Move my hand real close) to this plastic 9 Burnin from the aim, and my glock knows more Every blink of the eye But before it's all (gone Bone quickin then stickin them lugers to watch you die), you'll have 2? In your weak thigh-(not in the radio edit) (Dropped you to your knees) Fall on to your kness, now it's time for you to (bless what be?)'fess (DJ Paul to k** a man with 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, it's cool You heard what I would do, The Triple 6 whole f**kin crew (So bustas hear me cause you stole some styles and dissed that's cool But steppin up to them bloody black 9mm Three 6 ain't fools ain't fools don't mess with this crew) Chorus (4x): n***a, live by yo rep cause we ain't takin sh** When I blast on yo a**, I'm gon empty this clip (Round live by you rep cause you know you better slip When we blast on that a**(?edit) we gonna empty that clip) Note: (This is where the radio edit ends.) [Lord Infamous] See we can't tolerate no n***a that is Layzie Broke out the blender and I made some Krayzie gravy It's Eazy, and when it was time to get Bizzy Don't break, you can Wish, but You can't escape Because we crave dead Flesh Triple 6 b**h, easily you can be next -Yeah, b**h, the Triple 6 Mafia, breakin muthaf**kin bones like it Ain't sh**, for the 9 nickel, beeyaaaaaatch! -(Talking)