| Song | Live by Yo Rep (Bone Dis) |
| Artist | Three 6 Mafia |
| Album | Mystic Stylez |
| Well, lord infamous shall take 1000 razor blades and press them in they flesh. | |
| Take my pitchfork up outta the fire, soakin' it down in their chest. | |
| Through the ribs, spines, charcoal the muscle tissue | |
| And sendin' what left in the nnail to yo baby | |
| Cause i think that bitch might miss you. | |
| But first, i want to slowly pull off all your skin | |
| Get grease and boil it hot pour on you and your dead friend. | |
| I probably oughta be not be so knockin' this hollow point slaughtering the body | |
| I am so naughty because i am moderately in to photography | |
| Following through the autopsy | |
| But man, fuck it, pour some acid on them, too | |
| That what i would do, skinny pimp what would you do? | |
| [skinny pimp] | |
| Just look into the eyes of the mask | |
| Slangin my ak to knock out my enemies | |
| Fear of the razor, da 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 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 stupid moves | |
| Nigga ya bleed | |
| Bustin 17, please don scream, don run | |
| Either long range street sweep | |
| Never ever run from the buckshots, bust em at ya back | |
| When i full of yak, ain no clue | |
| In 2 deep, you sleep, we creep, juiceman, what would you do? | |
| [juicy j] | |
| First a juicy looked in the white pages for this bitch | |
| Mafia-style phoo cause you don know who ya fuckin it | |
| Called him at his fuckin home, nothin' but breathin on the phone | |
| Warnin sign to let you know i comin so you better be gone | |
| Wether ya run i be stoppin ya, with the 2 9s i be poppin ya | |
| Witness a nigga from north memphis of the triple 6 mafia | |
| 2 killas at yo front door, 3 killas at yo back door | |
| These hoes 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 what i would do, gangsta boo what would you do? | |
| [gangsta boo] | |
| Think about a master plan on how to buck them bitches dead | |
| Gangsta boo the devil daughter comin with the livin dead | |
| Yes i so so crazy, so so scandalous, i will hurt you bitch | |
| Torture your body with nothin but fire | |
| Then i calmly shoot you bitch | |
| Blast you in yo head make sure you dead | |
| Cause i don 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 not a problem when i buck you bitch, i do it smooth | |
| That what the devil daughter do, now fly what would you do? | |
| [playa fly] | |
| Clizick with the real triple 6 niggaz for yo death | |
| Ain no shame up in my game, as you take your last breath | |
| Six niggaz trill, ready to kill, bustas, suckas jump | |
| Pull a fucked up clickin on you niggas, fly gon ball, you punk | |
| To you fuckin imitators, watch yo ass fuckin click | |
| Bite a playa style and slip, soon you will be stankin, bitch | |
| Fly gon bring them body bags, lord you touch the fuckin shovel | |
| Dig it deep and bury that bitch | |
| Lay em down there with the devil | |
| Busta numb, red rum, mr. i-b-n, fool | |
| Oh that what the fly would do, now killaman what would you do? | |
| [d.j. paul] | |
| First i hit up crunchy, and i get full of that holy ghost | |
| The devil already in me so i ain gotta go too far to loce | |
| You fucked up with the wrong click | |
| So your murder all on my mind | |
| Plus satan inside, put my hand to this plastic 9 | |
| Burrnin from the aim, my glock knows more | |
| Every blink of the eye | |
| But before it all over, youl have 2 loogers | |
| In your weak thigh | |
| Fall on to your kness, now it time for you to ess | |
| My fist full of fire, i punch a hole straight through yo chest | |
| So any trick that wanna bite of this, everything, it cool | |
| You heard what i would do, and the triple 6 whole fuckin crew | |
| Chorus (4x): nigga, live by yo rep cause we ain takin shit | |
| When i blast on yo ass, i gon empty this clip | |
| [lord infamous] | |
| See we can tolerate no nigga that is layzie | |
| Broke out the blender and i made some krayzie gravy | |
| It eazy, and when it was time to get bizzy | |
| Don break, you can wish, but you can escape | |
| Because we crave dead flesh | |
| Triple 6 bitch, easily you can be next | |
| -yeah, bitch, the triple 6 mafia, breakin muthafuckin bones like it | |
| Ain shit, for the 9 nickel, beeyaaaaaatch! | |
| -(talking) |
| Well, lord infamous shall take 1000 razor blades and press them in they flesh. | |
| Take my pitchfork up outta the fire, soakin' it down in their chest. | |
| Through the ribs, spines, charcoal the muscle tissue | |
| And sendin' what left in the nnail to yo baby | |
| Cause i think that bitch might miss you. | |
| But first, i want to slowly pull off all your skin | |
| Get grease and boil it hot pour on you and your dead friend. | |
| I probably oughta be not be so knockin' this hollow point slaughtering the body | |
| I am so naughty because i am moderately in to photography | |
| Following through the autopsy | |
| But man, fuck it, pour some acid on them, too | |
| That what i would do, skinny pimp what would you do? | |
| skinny pimp | |
| Just look into the eyes of the mask | |
| Slangin my ak to knock out my enemies | |
| Fear of the razor, da 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 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 stupid moves | |
| Nigga ya bleed | |
| Bustin 17, please don scream, don run | |
| Either long range street sweep | |
| Never ever run from the buckshots, bust em at ya back | |
| When i full of yak, ain no clue | |
| In 2 deep, you sleep, we creep, juiceman, what would you do? | |
| juicy j | |
| First a juicy looked in the white pages for this bitch | |
| Mafiastyle phoo cause you don know who ya fuckin it | |
| Called him at his fuckin home, nothin' but breathin on the phone | |
| Warnin sign to let you know i comin so you better be gone | |
| Wether ya run i be stoppin ya, with the 2 9s i be poppin ya | |
| Witness a nigga from north memphis of the triple 6 mafia | |
| 2 killas at yo front door, 3 killas at yo back door | |
| These hoes 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 what i would do, gangsta boo what would you do? | |
| gangsta boo | |
| Think about a master plan on how to buck them bitches dead | |
| Gangsta boo the devil daughter comin with the livin dead | |
| Yes i so so crazy, so so scandalous, i will hurt you bitch | |
| Torture your body with nothin but fire | |
| Then i calmly shoot you bitch | |
| Blast you in yo head make sure you dead | |
| Cause i don 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 not a problem when i buck you bitch, i do it smooth | |
| That what the devil daughter do, now fly what would you do? | |
| playa fly | |
| Clizick with the real triple 6 niggaz for yo death | |
| Ain no shame up in my game, as you take your last breath | |
| Six niggaz trill, ready to kill, bustas, suckas jump | |
| Pull a fucked up clickin on you niggas, fly gon ball, you punk | |
| To you fuckin imitators, watch yo ass fuckin click | |
| Bite a playa style and slip, soon you will be stankin, bitch | |
| Fly gon bring them body bags, lord you touch the fuckin shovel | |
| Dig it deep and bury that bitch | |
| Lay em down there with the devil | |
| Busta numb, red rum, mr. ibn, fool | |
| Oh that what the fly would do, now killaman what would you do? | |
| d. j. paul | |
| First i hit up crunchy, and i get full of that holy ghost | |
| The devil already in me so i ain gotta go too far to loce | |
| You fucked up with the wrong click | |
| So your murder all on my mind | |
| Plus satan inside, put my hand to this plastic 9 | |
| Burrnin from the aim, my glock knows more | |
| Every blink of the eye | |
| But before it all over, you l have 2 loogers | |
| In your weak thigh | |
| Fall on to your kness, now it time for you to ess | |
| My fist full of fire, i punch a hole straight through yo chest | |
| So any trick that wanna bite of this, everything, it cool | |
| You heard what i would do, and the triple 6 whole fuckin crew | |
| Chorus 4x: nigga, live by yo rep cause we ain takin shit | |
| When i blast on yo ass, i gon empty this clip | |
| lord infamous | |
| See we can tolerate no nigga that is layzie | |
| Broke out the blender and i made some krayzie gravy | |
| It eazy, and when it was time to get bizzy | |
| Don break, you can wish, but you can escape | |
| Because we crave dead flesh | |
| Triple 6 bitch, easily you can be next | |
| yeah, bitch, the triple 6 mafia, breakin muthafuckin bones like it | |
| Ain shit, for the 9 nickel, beeyaaaaaatch! | |
| talking |