Man it's cold as a motherfucker
I wish I had some more phonk or something, man
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?

Well, I shall take a thousand razor blades and press them in their flesh
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 bitch 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, fuck it, pour some acid on them, too
That's what I would do, Skinny Pimp what would you do?

Just look into the eyes of the mask
Slangin' the AK to knock out my enemies
Fear of the razor, the blast, he done passed
Leavin' no trace of the evidence
Bodies sit 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 bitch, 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, nigga, you bleed
Bustin 17, please don't scream, don't run
Either long range street sweep
Never never run from the buckshots, bust 'em at ya back
When I'm full of 'gnac, ain't no clue
In too deep, you sneak, we creep, Juiceman, what would you do?

First a nigga look in the white pages for this bitch
Mafia-style nigga 'cause you don't know who ya fuckin' wit'
Called him at his fuckin' home (hello?)
Nothing but breathin' on the phone (hello?)
Warning sign to let you know, I'm comin' so you better be gone
Whether ya run, I be stoppin' ya
With the two nines, I be poppin' ya
Witness a nigga from North Memphis of the Triple 6 Mafia
Two killas at your front door, three killas at your back door
These hoes peeked through the curtains
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?

Think about a master plan on how to bust them bitches 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, bitch (lay down, ho)
Torture your body with nothin but fire
Then I calmly shoot you, bitch
Blast you in your 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 fuckin' soul
It's not a problem when I buck you bitch, I do it smooth
That's what the Devil's Daughter do, now Fly
What would you do?

Clizick with the real Triple 6 niggas for yuro death
Ain't no shame up in my game, as you take your last breath
Six niggas trill, ready to kill, bustas, suckers jump
Pull up fucked up, clickin' on you lemons, Fly gon ball, you punk
To you fuckin imitators, watch your ass fuckin' click
Bite a Playa's style and slip, soon you will be stackin', bitch
Fly gon' bring them body bags, Lord you tucked your fork and shovel
Dig it deep and bury that bitch, 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?

First I hit up Crunchy and I get full of that Holy Ghost
The Devil's already in me so I ain't gotta go too far to look
You fucked off with the wrong clique
So your murder's all on my mind
Plus Satan's inside, move my hand to this plastic nine
Burnin' from the aim, my Glock knows more
Every blink of the eye
But before it's all gone, I've left 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 your chest
So any trick that want a bite of this, everything is cool
You heard what I would do, and the Triple 6 whole fuckin crew

Nigga, live by your rep but I ain't takin shit
When I blast on your ass, I'm gon' empty this clip
Nigga, live by your rep, but I ain't takin shit
When I blast on your ass, I'm gon' empty this clip
Nigga, live by your rep, but ain't takin shit
When I blast on your ass, I'm gon' empty this clip
Nigga, live by your rep, but I ain't takin shit
When I blast on your ass, I'm gon' empty this clip

See we can't tolerate no nigga 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 there's no escape, nigga)
Because we crave dead flesh
Triple 6 bitch, easily you can be next

Yeah, bitch, the Triple 6 Mafia
Breakin' motherfuckin bones like it ain't shit
For the nine-nickle, biatch

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Writer(s): Jordan Houston, Paul Beauregard