Live by Yo Rep (B.O.N.E. Dis) lyrics

[Intro: DJ Paul and News Broadcast]
Man, it's cold as a mothaf*cka
I wish I had some more funk or something, mane
This is Shaquisha Shalonda, Bone Magazine
Here interviewing the Triple 6 Mafia from Memphis
Who has a unique quality of rap style
What would you do if someone tried to duplicate your ideas?

[Verse 1: Lord Infamous]
Well, I shall take a 1000 razor blades and press them in their flesh (Damn)
Take my pitchfork out the fire, soak it in their chest
Through the ribs, spines, charcoal the muscle tissue
And send what's left back to yo' mammy, 'cause that b*tch might miss you
But first, I want to slowly peel off all your skin
Degreaser boilin' hot, pour it on you, and your dead friends
I probably, oughta 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*ck it, pour some acid on them, too
That's what I would do, Skinny Pimp, what would you do?

[Verse 2: Kingpin Skinny Pimp]
Just look into the eyes of the mask
Slangin' the AK to knock out my enemy, fear of the wraith to the blast, he done passed
Leavin' no trace of the evidence, bodies rest in a box, chopped up in pieces
His soul done rose, I place them tubes up under my mattress
My conscience is black and it's strange, 'cause I murdered a b*tch, and the Devil just rushin' my time
With this 9 in my hand, causin' death when you sleep in the casket, I make you no killas in mind
Pullin' a jack, reach me that cheese, make a stupid move, n*gga, ya bleed
Bustin' 17, please don't scream, don't run either, long range, we sweep
Never-never run from the buckshots, bust 'em at ya back when I'm full of Yac, ain't no clue
In too deep, you sneak, we creep, Juicemane, what would you do?
[Verse 3: Juicy J]
First a n*gga look in the white pages for this b*tch
It's Mafia style, n*gga, 'cause you don't know who ya f*ckin' with
Called him at his f*ckin home, nothin' but breathin' on the phone (hello? hello?)
Warnin' sign to let you know I'm comin', so you better be gone
Whether you run I be stoppin' ya, with the two nines I be poppin' ya
Witness a n*gga from North Memphis of the Triple 6 Mafia
Two killas at yo' front door, three killas at yo' back door
His ho 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?

[Verse 4: Gangsta Boo]
They called off a master plan on how to buck them b*tches dead
Gangsta Boo, the Devil's Daughter, comin' with the livin' dead
Yes, I'm so-so crazy, so-so scandalous, I will hurt you b*tch (Lay down hoe!)
Torture your body with nothin' but fire, then I calmly shoot you b*tch
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
The Triple 6 Mafia do not feel sorry for none of you dirty hoes
We full of that weed, so we proceed to take your f*ckin' soul
It's not our problem when I buck you, b*tch, I do it smooth
That's what the Devil's Daughter do, now, Fly, what would you do?

[Verse 5: Playa Fly]
Cl'izz'ick with the real Triple 6 n*ggas for yo' death
Ain't no shame up in my game as you take your last breath
Six n*ggas trill, ready to kill, bustas, suckas jump (Jump, b*tch!)
Pulled a f*cked up clickin', on you lemons, Fly gon' ball, you punk
To you f*ckin' imitators, watch yo' ass f*ckin' click
Bite a Playa's style and slip, soon you will be stankin', b*tch
Fly gon' bring them body bags, Lord, you touch your fork and shovel
Dig it deep and buried b*tch, playa dinin' with the Devil
Busta numb, RedRum, Mr. I-B-N, fool
Oh, that's what Lil Fly would do, now Killaman, what would you do?
[Verse 6: DJ Paul]
First, I hit up Crunchy, and I get full of the Holy Ghost
The Devil's already in me, so I ain't gotta go too far to look
You f*cked off with the wrong click, so your murder's all on my mind
Plus Satan's inside, I put my hand to this plastic 9
Burnin' from the aim, my Glock does more every blink of the eye
But before it's all over, you'll have two Lugers in your weak thighs
Fall on to your knees, now it's time for you to 'fess
My fist full of fire, I 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, and the Triple 6 whole f*ckin' crew
b*tch

[Hook]
n*gga, live by yo' rep, but I ain't takin' sh*t
When I blast on yo' ass, I'm gon' empty this clip
n*gga, live by yo' rep, but I ain't takin' sh*t
When I blast on yo' ass, I'm gon' empty this clip
n*gga, live by yo' rep, but I ain't takin' sh*t
When I blast on yo' ass, I'm gon' empty this clip
n*gga, live by yo' rep, but I ain't takin' sh*t
When I blast on yo' ass, I'm gon' empty this clip

[Verse 7: Lord Infamous,(DJ Paul)]
See, we can't tolerate no n*gga 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 (No escape, n*gga)
Because we crave dead Flesh
Triple 6 b*tch, easily you can be next
[Outro: DJ Paul]
Yeah, b*tch, the Triple 6 Mafia
Breakin' mothaf*ckin' bones like it ain't sh*t
For the nine-nickle, biaaaatch!
Yeah
Triple Six Mafia for the '95 Memphis, n*gga
Memphis
Yeah, DJ Paul
Hooooooe!