Live By Yo Rep (B.O.N.E. Dis)

**Live By Yo Rep (B.O.N.E. Dis)** is a track off Memphis Rap group Three 6 Mafia's debut LP Mystic Stylez and is a diss towards Bone Thugs-N-Harmony. It features Kingpin Skinny Pimp and Playa Fly.

## Lyrics

[Intro: DJ Paul]

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

[News Broadcast]

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?

[Verse 1: Lord Infamous]

Well, I shall take a 1000 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

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 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?

[Verse 2: Kingpin 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

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, n---- 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?

[Verse 3: Juicy J]

First a n---- look in the white pages for this bitch

Mafia-style n---- cause you don't know who ya fuckin wit

Called him at his fuckin home

Nothing but 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 two nines I be poppin ya

Witness a n---- 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's what I would do, Gangsta Boo what would you do?

[Verse 4: Gangsta Boo]

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

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'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?

[Verse 5: Playa Fly]

Clizick with the real Triple 6 n----- for yo death

Ain't no shame up in my game, as you take your last breath

Six n----- trill, ready to kill, bustas, suckers jump

Pull a fucked up clickin on you n-----, Fly gon ball, you punk

To you fuckin imitators, watch yo ass fuckin click

Bite a Playa's style and slip, soon you will be stackin, 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, redruM, Mr. I-B-N, fool

Oh that's what the Fly would do

Now Killaman what would you do?

[Verse 6: DJ Paul, AKA da Killaman]

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 up with the wrong click

So your murder's all on my mind

Plus Satan's inside, put my hand to this plastic 9

Burrnin from the aim, my Glock knows more

Every blink of the eye

But before it's all over, you'll have two Lugers

In your weak thigh

Fall on to your kness, now it's time for you to 'fess

My fist full of fire, I punch a hole straight through yo chest

So any trick that wanna bite of this, everything, it's cool

You heard what I would do, and the Triple 6 whole fuckin crew

[Chorus] 4x

N----, live by yo rep cause we ain't takin shit

When I blast on yo ass, I'm gon empty this clip

[Verse 7: Lord Infamous]

See we can't tolerate no n---- 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

Triple 6 bitch, easily you can be next

[Talking]

Yeah, bitch, the Triple 6 Mafia

Breakin motherfuckin bones like it ain't shit

For the nine-nickle, beeyaaaaaatch!