Live By Yo Rep (Radio) chords by Three 6 Mafia
Verse 1
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Man it's cold as a motherfucker
I wish I had some more phonk or something,
man
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This is Shaquisha Shalonda, Bone
Magazine
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Here interviewing the Triple
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6 Mafia from Memphis
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Who has a unique quality of rap style
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What would you do if someone tried
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to duplicate your ideas?
Verse 2
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Well, I shall take a thousand razor blades
and press them in their flesh
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Take my pitchfork out the fire,
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soak it in their chest
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Through the ribs, spines,
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charcoal the muscle tissue
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And send what's left back
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to yo mammy
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'Cause that bitch might miss you
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But first,
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I want to slowly peel off all your skin
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De greaser boilin' hot,
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pour it on you and your dead friends
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I probably oughta be not be so
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hor ribly slaughtering the body
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I am so naughty because I am mod
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erately into photography
Following through the autopsy
But man, fuck it,
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pour some acid on them, too
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That's what I would do,
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Skinny Pimp what would you do?
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Just look into
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Verse 3
the eyes
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of the mask
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Slangin' the AK to knock out my enemies
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Fear of the razor, the blast,
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he done passed
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Leavin' no trace of the evidence
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Bodies sit in box chopped up in pieces
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His soul done rose,
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I placed them tubes up under my mattress
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My conscience is black
and it's strange
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'Cause I murdered a bitch,
and the devil just rushin' my time
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With this 9 in my hand causin'
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death when you sleep
In the casket I make you no killas in mind
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Pullin a jack, reach me that cheese
Make a stupid move, nigga, you bleed
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Bustin 17, please don't scream,
don't run
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Either long range street sweep
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Never never run from the buck
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shots, bust 'em at ya back
When I'm full of 'gnac, ain't no clue
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In too deep, you sneak, we creep,
Juiceman, what would you do?
Verse 4
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First a nigga look in the white
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pages for this bitch
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Mafia- style nigga 'cause you don't
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know who ya fuckin' wit'
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Called him at his fuckin'
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home (hello?)
Nothing but breathin' on
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the phone (hello?)
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Warning sign to let you know,
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I'm comin' so you better be gone
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Whether ya run, I be stoppin' ya
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With the two nines, I be poppin' ya
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Witness a nigga from North Mem
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phis of the Triple 6 Mafia
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Two killas at your front door,
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three killas at your back door
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These hoes peeked through the curtains
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Saw them gats pointed at the window
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Nothin' but destruction af
ter we touched 'em
Man, I thought you knew
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That's what I would do,
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Gangsta Boo what would you do?
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Think
Verse 5
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about a master plan on how
to bust them bitches dead
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Gangsta Boo, the Devil's Daughter
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comin with the livin' dead
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Yes, I'm so so crazy, so so scandalous,
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I will hurt you, bitch (lay down, ho)
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Torture your body with nothin but fire
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Then I calmly shoot you, bitch
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Blast you in your head,
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make sure you dead
'Cause I don't want you to live
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My words of wisdom:
The weaker the victim, the bigger the thrill
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The Triple 6 Mafia do not feel sorry
for none of you dirty hoes
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We full of that weed so we proceed
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to take your fuckin' soul
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It's not a problem when I buck you bitch,
I do it smooth
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That's what the Devil's Daughter do,
now Fly
Verse 6
What would you do?
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Clizick with the real Triple
6 niggas for yuro death
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Ain't no shame up in my game,
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as you take your last breath
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Six niggas trill, ready to kill,
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bustas, suckers jump
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Pull up fucked up, clickin' on you lemons,
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Fly gon ball, you punk
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To you fuckin imitators,
watch your ass fuckin' click
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Bite a Playa's style and slip,
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soon you will be stackin', bitch
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Fly gon' bring them body bags,
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Lord you tucked your fork and shovel
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Dig it deep and bury that bitch,
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playa dinin' with the Devil
Busta numb,
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redruM, Mr. I- B- N, fool
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Oh, that's what Lil Fly would do
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Now Killaman what would you do?
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First I hit up
Verse 7
Crunchy and I get
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full of that Holy Ghost
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The Devil's already in me so I ain't
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gotta go too far to look
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You fucked off with the wrong clique
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So your murder's all on my mind
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Plus Satan's inside,
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move my hand to this plastic nine
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Burnin' from the aim,
my Glock knows more
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Every blink of the eye
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But before it's all gone,
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I've left two Lugers in your weak thighs
Fall on to your knees,
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now it's time for you to 'fess
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My fist full of fire,
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I punch a hole straight through your chest
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So any trick that want a bite of this,
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everything is cool
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You heard what I would do,
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and the Triple 6 whole fuckin crew
Verse 8
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Nigga, live by your rep but
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I ain't takin shit
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When I blast on your ass,
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I'm gon' empty this clip
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Nigga, live by your rep,
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but I ain't takin shit
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When I blast on your ass,
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I'm gon' empty this clip
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Nigga, live by your rep,
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but ain't takin shit
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When I blast on your ass,
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I'm gon' empty this clip
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Nigga, live by your rep,
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but I ain't takin shit
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When I blast on your ass,
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I'm gon' empty this clip
Verse 9
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See we can't tolerate no nigga
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that is Layzie
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Broke out the blender and
I made some Krayzie gravy
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It's Eazy,
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and when it was time to get Bizzy
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Don't break, you can wish,
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but you can't escape there's no escape, nigga)
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Because we crave dead flesh
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Triple 6 bitch, easily you can be next
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Yeah, bitch,
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the Triple 6 Mafia
Breakin' motherfuckin bones
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like it ain't shit
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For the nine- nickle, biatch
Outro 1
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