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Man it's a muthaf**ka I wish I had some ole funkdafied...
This is Lakeisha Lymon with Bone here interviewing the
(Three 6 Mafia)
from Memphis who has a quality of rap style
"What would you do if tried to duplicate your ideas?"

Infamous]
Well Infamous takin the of razor blades and I be pressin em up in their flesh
Takin my up out of the fire soakin it down in their chest
Through the ribs, spines, charcoal and the tissue
And what's left of it back to yo mammy
Because that bitch (I think) she might miss you
But first, I want to slowly pull off all skin
Get grease and boil it hot pour it on you and your dead
I probably outta be not be so horribly the body
I am so naughty I am moderately into photography
through the autopsy
But man, f**k it, (enough of them bustas so just) pour some all over them, too
That's what I do, Skinny Pimp what would you do?

Pimp]
Just look into the of the mask
the AK to knock out my enemies
Fear of the razor, da blast, he passed
I'm no trace of the evidence
be in box chopped up in pieces
His done rose, I placed them tubes up under my mattress
My conscience is and it's strange
I murdered a (edit) bitch, and the Devil just rushin my time
With this 9 in my hand causin when you sleep
In the casket I leave you no in mind
Pullin a jack, me that cheese, make a stupid move
ya bleed
Bustin 17, don't scream,
don't run neither long street sweep
Never never run the buckshots, bust em at ya back
When I'm full of yak, ain't no
In too deep, you sneak, we creep, Juiceman, what you do?

J]
First a nigga (the Juice) look in the white for this bitch (trick)
nigga (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, breathin on the phone
Warnin to let you know I'm comin so you better be gone
Wether ya run I be ya, with the two 9s I be poppin ya
a (killa) nigga from North Memphis of the Triple 6 Mafia
Two at yo front door, Three killas at yo back door
These hoes (edit) peeked the curtains
And saw them gats pointed at the
Nothin but after we touched em
Man I thought you
what I would do, Gangsta Boo what would you do?

[Gangsta
hard of a master plan on how to buck them bitches (bustas) dead
Gangsta Boo the Devil's Daughter (this pimpin playa) comin with the livin
Yes I'm so so crazy, so so scandalous(wild), (edit) I will you bitch
Torture body with nothin but fire
I calmly shoot you bitch (quick)
Blast you in yo head make you dead
I don't want you to live
My words of wisdom: The weaker the victim the bigger the is
The Three 6 Mafia do not feel sorry for none of you hoes (and that's how the story goes)
We full of that weed (them leaves) so we proceed to your f**kin soul (all of your souls)
It's not a problem I buck you bitch,(I be buckin them suckas) I do it smooth
That's what the Devil's Daughter do, (this lady boo do) now (Paul) Fly what would you do?

Note: (Fly's flo is not in the edit.)

[Playa
Clizick the real Triple 6 niggaz for yo death
Ain't no shame up in my game, as you take last breath
Six niggaz trill, to kill, bustas, suckas jump
Pull a f**ked up clickin on you niggas, Fly gon ball, you
To you f**kin imitators, watch yo ass f**kin
a Playa's style and slip, soon you will be stackin, bitch
Fly gon bring them body bags, Lord you touch the shovel
Dig it deep and bury bitch
Lay em down there the Devil
Busta numb, red rum, Mr. I-B-N,
Oh that's what the Fly would do, now Killaman would you do?

[D.J.
First I hit up Crunchy, and I get full of that Smoke
The Devil's already up in me 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 crossed your ? beware)
So murder's all on my mind
Plus Satan is inside, put my (Move my hand real close) to this plastic 9
Burnin the aim, and my glock knows more
blink of the eye
But it's all (gone Bone quickin then stickin them lugers to watch you die), you'll have 2 ?
In weak thigh-(not in the radio edit)
(Dropped you to your knees) Fall on to your kness, now it's for you to (bless what be?)'fess
(DJ Paul to kill a man with a fist full of fire)My fist full of fire, a hole straight through yo chest
So any trick wanna bite of this, everything, it's cool
You heard what I would do, The Triple 6 whole crew
(So bustas hear me cause you stole some styles and that's cool
but steppin up to bloody black 9mm Three 6 ain't fools ain't fools don't mess with this crew)

Chorus (4x): Nigga, live by yo rep cause we takin shit
When I on yo ass, I'm gon empty this clip
(Round live by you rep you know you better slip
we blast on that ass(?edit) we gonna empty that clip)

Note: (This is where the radio ends.)

[Lord
See we can't tolerate no nigga that is
Broke out the and I made some Krayzie gravy
It's Eazy, and when it was to get Bizzy
break, you can Wish, but You can't escape
Because we crave dead
Triple 6 bitch, you can be next

-Yeah, bitch, the Triple 6 Mafia, breakin bones like it
shit, for the 9 nickel, beeyaaaaaatch!
-(Talking)