Live By Yo Rep

its gonna be a deadly night
Kinda silent
Kinda violent as we stroll
Theses niggas got ammo
But i found out thats the way it goes
The triple 6 mafia be like quick to ride on some tricks
While smokin on mega blunts
Hoe we take care of our business
The koopsta the knicca the ciz ap peela is on the scene.
The diznevil's daughter gangsta boo be lookin so so mean
Call up crunchy black
Get tha gats
Let then bustas know
Fuckin wit triple 6 you young bitches
You gotta go
The cali the hunted
The tricks that want it i buck down
The killa man dj paul the g with the evil frown
These niggas be talkin shit about who and who they don't like
Theses pimp hating bitches
Gonna make a playa just take ure life
Scarecrow is the nigga da mystic nigga
That is so damn slick
A natural born killa with no remorse
Oh a funky bitch
The juice man be quick to buck wit them thangs
He be droppin ya
Ya bustas cant stand a chance against the triple 6 mafia

(killa klan kaze)


[chorus]
Killa klan, come get this, big business,
Motherfucker be a witness

(k-rock from killa klan kaze)
Now i was coming in up in memphis on that
Motherfuckin real shit
Bullets in chamber, fill it with anger, paid all my
Dues to triple the 6
Scanman might take your hand, slowly grab to the
Pistol grip
See crunchy black up in the back loading up my
Extra clip
Coppers got me in a chase, i can't catch no murder
Case
I pulled over, got my glizz,i took my hand and
Popped the cop
Dj paul looked at me, nervously without a sweat
Carlo haywood got his check, robbed the dope mane
Broke his neck
Ox and vogues put up on hoes, stinging like a
Bumble bee
European chevy thang pop out woodgrain leather seats
South memphis, killa, playaz, we got brand new tape
For sale
Mystic styles bumpin loud in the sand ford bring a
Crowd
Chevy thang with your clip, project with the fuckin
Pump
Cuz show me love, k-rock locked'em in the fuckin
Trunk
Damn i'm going crazy mane, razor blade cuttin in my
Hand
Maybe i'll be savin babies, fuck my lady i'm the man
Rappin' aint no fuckin thang, triple 6 be
Biggity-bangin'
Shootin' up me block, witta me glock, it woulda
Been ol' k-rock
Finna be cockin', attackin' and poppin'
And droppin' these coppers like enemy niggas
That can't pull the trigger, i figure this pimpin'
That's livin' them limpin the triple 6
Now i'm back when i been on the track wit the
Scarecrow
Cuz the dj paul pop in the clip, no slippin' you're
Trippin i'm taking no lip
Niggas i'm droppin your musical style
Killa klan gonna blast them bitches, catchin 'em
When they steady pimpin'
Triple 6 gonna warrned your ass, bitch we have no
Fuckin witness, fuckin
Witness

[chorus] -4x

(mc mack from killa klan kaze)
I got a street sweeper just to keep these playa
Hater niggas up off my back
But yet i'm always the center of attention, pimpin'
Ass nigga known as mc
Mack
You best believe i'm packin ammunition for these
Busta snitches
Stangin, robbin, aint no thing, a pimp done went
Rags to riches
Hustling on the track, my ends is stackin, cuz i'm
Breakin heifers
Make my cheese, bitch break your knees
(god-daaamn!) the pimpin mack is
Clever
Bustas trying to playa hate me, but they cannot
Aggravate me
Droppin sawed off in my game, but mc mack will
Never change
I'm cheffin like an indian and thats the type of
Stage i'm in
I'm blastin wit this fuckin trick, we stangin like
A fuckin wasp
Provoke me, joke me, play me, make me buck your
Bitch ass, pull your card
We creepin late at night with them thangs on the
Roody-poo,
Trick lets see who's hard
I ask myself the question why these watermelon
Niggas wanna cramp my pimpin
Jealous cuz i'm ridin on gold and sweatin these
Hoes up out they clothes
So brace yourself for the impact of the mack, this
Aint the first of the month
And we breakin bones in half, and blastin bitches
Hoe so be a witness, be a witness

[chorus]- 4x

(scanman from killa klan kaze)
There's no love up in a nigga when i'm creepin for
A killing
When you bitches slips, the mac-10 clicks, buckin
Bitches with no patience
So in a minute that's when you lie dead, from the
Buckshot through your chest, bullets
Fled ripping and stripping and home again and worn
To shreds
Pimp shit killa scan the man, i leave them bitches
Scared from horror
Of the corpses that i toture sufferer, in them
Chambers
The morning, the crying, cuz eternally they torment
The burning (shhhh) in the bottom of my pits bitch
I'll rise back up on you niggas real quick just
Like the evil dead
My master with evil powers to devour you bitches
That burn in hell
I'm clickin with madness form the triple six killa
Demons
The anger that's in me got me crazed man
I'm lurkin i'm creepin, here come the scan man
Sneakin in to drop a mac-10 bomb and leave bodies
In a slum
The killa klan massacre, leavin them bitches to rot
In them ditches
When vengeance of demons slit young bitches and rip
Them, in pieces
No love bitch

Chorus till end

-this is ??? shalonda, bone magazine, here interviewing...
-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]
Lord infamous takin 1000 of razor blades
And i be pressin them into the flesh
Takin my pitchfork up out of the fire
And soakin it down in their chest
Through the ribs, spines, charcoalin the muscle tissue
And sendin what's left in the mail to mammy
Cause 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 friends
I probably outta be not be so horribly slaughtering the body
I am so naughty because i am moderately in to photography
Following through the autopsy
No love for 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 passed
I'm 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 victim, the devil just rushin my time
With this 9 in my hand causin death when you sleep
In the casket i leave you no killas in mind
Pullin a jack, reach me that cheese, make a stupid move
Then ya bleed
Bustin 17, please don't scream, don't run
Either long range street sweep
Never ever run from the buckshots, bust em at ya back
When i'm full of yak, ain't no clue
In 2 deep, you sneak, we creep, juiceman, what would you do?

[juicy j]
First the juice look in the white pages for this trick
Mafia-style fool cause you don't know who ya messin with
Caught him slippin in 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 2 9s i be poppin ya
Witness a killa from north memphis of the three 6 mafia
2 killas at yo front door, 3 killas at yo back door
His broad 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 about a master plan on how to buck them bustas dead
Gangsta boo this pimin playa comin with the livin dead
Yes i'm so so crazy
So so wild i be like puttin blood on you trick
Torture your body with nothin but fire
Then i calmly shoot you 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 and that's how the story goes
We full of them leaves so we proceed to take all of your soul
It's not a problem when i be buckin them suckas
I do it smooth
That's what this lady boo would do, now paul 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 a killa
So i feel i have not to go too far to loc
This time you crossed the wrong click
Beware your murder's all on my mind
Plus satan's inside
Movin my hand a little closer to this plastic 9
Burnin from the angle, my glock knows more
Every blink of the eye
But before it's all gone, bone, quickly i'm stickin them ?loogers?
To watch you die
Dropped ya to your knees, now it's time for you to bless
Man, i be dj paul, da killaman, with a fist full of fire
Punch a hole straight through yo chest
So bustas hear me close, you stole some styles and dis that's cool
But steppin up to the bloody glock 9 millimeter
Three 6 dang fools, ain't fools the best, what would you do?

Chorus (4x): bone,live by yo rep cause we know you bound to slip
When we blast with that mask we gon empty this clip

[lord infamous]
See we can't tolerate no sissy 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
Three 6 tricks, easily you can be next

-yeah, the three 6 mafia, straight outta memphis, breakin these bones like it
Ain't sh*t, for the 9 nickel, triyaaaaaack!