Tonart: A major•
Verse 1
A
Man it's cold as a motherfucker
I wish I had some more phonk or something,
man
Ebdim
This is Shaquisha Shalonda, Bone
Magazine
Dm
D
Here interviewing the Triple
A
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6 Mafia from Memphis
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Who has a unique quality of rap style
Ebdim
What would you do if someone tried
D
A
to duplicate your ideas?
Verse 2
A
Ebdim
Well, I shall take a thousand razor blades
and press them in their flesh
Dm
A
Take my pitchfork out the fire,
Adim
Ebdim
soak it in their chest
A
Through the ribs, spines,
Ebdim
Eb
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charcoal the muscle tissue
Dm
And send what's left back
Ebdim
F
'Cause that bitch might miss you
Ebdim
A
But first,
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I want to slowly peel off all your skin
Dm
De greaser boilin' hot,
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Adim
Ebdim
Baug
pour it on you and your dead friends
A
Ebdim
I probably oughta be not be so
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hor ribly slaughtering the body
D
Dm
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
Dm
That's what I would do,
A
Ebdim
Skinny Pimp what would you do?
Baug
A
Just look into
Verse 3
the eyes
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of the mask
Dm
Slangin' the AK to knock out my enemies
A
Fear of the razor, the blast,
Adim
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Eb
he done passed
A
Leavin' no trace of the evidence
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Eb
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Bodies sit in box chopped up in pieces
F
I placed them tubes up under my mattress
Ebdim
A
My conscience is black
and it's strange
Ebdim
'Cause I murdered a bitch,
and the devil just rushin' my time
Dm
With this 9 in my hand causin'
In the casket I make you no killas in mind
Ebdim
Pullin a jack, reach me that cheese
Make a stupid move, nigga, you bleed
Dm
A
Bustin 17, please don't scream,
don't run
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Either long range street sweep
A
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
Dm
A
In too deep, you sneak, we creep,
Juiceman, what would you do?
Verse 4
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Ebdim
Eb
First a nigga look in the white
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pages for this bitch
Dm
A
Mafia- style nigga 'cause you don't
Adim
F
Eb
know who ya fuckin' wit'
A
Called him at his fuckin'
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home (hello?)
Nothing but breathin' on
A
Warning sign to let you know,
F
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I'm comin' so you better be gone
A
Ebdim
Whether ya run, I be stoppin' ya
Eb
Ebdim
With the two nines, I be poppin' ya
Dm
Witness a nigga from North Mem
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F
phis of the Triple 6 Mafia
Ebdim
A
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Two killas at your front door,
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three killas at your back door
Dm
These hoes peeked through the curtains
A
Saw them gats pointed at the window
Ebdim
Nothin' but destruction af
ter we touched 'em
Man, I thought you knew
Dm
That's what I would do,
A
Ebdim
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
D
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Gangsta Boo, the Devil's Daughter
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comin with the livin' dead
A
Ebdim
Yes, I'm so so crazy, so so scandalous,
Dm
I will hurt you, bitch (lay down, ho)
A
Torture your body with nothin but fire
Adim
F
Ebdim
Eb
Then I calmly shoot you, bitch
A
Blast you in your head,
Ebdim
make sure you dead
'Cause I don't want you to live
Dm
A
My words of wisdom:
The weaker the victim, the bigger the thrill
Ebdim
The Triple 6 Mafia do not feel sorry
for none of you dirty hoes
Dm
A
We full of that weed so we proceed
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to take your fuckin' soul
A
Ebdim
It's not a problem when I buck you bitch,
I do it smooth
Dm
D
A
That's what the Devil's Daughter do,
now Fly
Verse 6
What would you do?
A
Eb
Clizick with the real Triple
6 niggas for yuro death
Dm
A
Ain't no shame up in my game,
Eb
as you take your last breath
A
Eb
Six niggas trill, ready to kill,
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bustas, suckers jump
Dm
D
A
Dm
Pull up fucked up, clickin' on you lemons,
F
Ebdim
Fly gon ball, you punk
A
Ebdim
To you fuckin imitators,
watch your ass fuckin' click
D
Dm
A
Bite a Playa's style and slip,
Adim
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soon you will be stackin', bitch
A
Eb
Fly gon' bring them body bags,
Ebdim
Lord you tucked your fork and shovel
Dm
A
Dig it deep and bury that bitch,
G
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playa dinin' with the Devil
Busta numb,
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redruM, Mr. I- B- N, fool
Dm
D
A
Oh, that's what Lil Fly would do
Ebdim
Now Killaman what would you do?
Verse 7
Crunchy and I get
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full of that Holy Ghost
D
The Devil's already in me so I ain't
A
gotta go too far to look
Ebdim
Baug
A
You fucked off with the wrong clique
Eb
So your murder's all on my mind
Ebdim
Dm
Plus Satan's inside,
A
F
move my hand to this plastic nine
Ebdim
A
Burnin' from the aim,
my Glock knows more
Eb
Every blink of the eye
Ebdim
Dm
But before it's all gone,
A
I've left two Lugers in your weak thighs
Fall on to your knees,
Ebdim
now it's time for you to 'fess
A
I punch a hole straight through your chest
Ebdim
A
So any trick that want a bite of this,
Ebdim
everything is cool
D
You heard what I would do,
A
and the Triple 6 whole fuckin crew
Verse 8
A
Ebdim
Nigga, live by your rep but
Eb
Ebdim
I ain't takin shit
Dm
When I blast on your ass,
A
F
I'm gon' empty this clip
Eb
A
Nigga, live by your rep,
Eb
Ebdim
but I ain't takin shit
Dm
When I blast on your ass,
A
F
I'm gon' empty this clip
Eb
A
Nigga, live by your rep,
Eb
but ain't takin shit
Ebdim
Dm
When I blast on your ass,
A
F
Adim
I'm gon' empty this clip
Ebdim
Eb
A
Nigga, live by your rep,
Eb
Ebdim
but I ain't takin shit
D
Dm
When I blast on your ass,
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I'm gon' empty this clip
Verse 9
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Eb
See we can't tolerate no nigga
Ebdim
Dm
that is Layzie
A
Broke out the blender and
I made some Krayzie gravy
Gm
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It's Eazy,
F
Eb
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and when it was time to get Bizzy
Dm
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Don't break, you can wish,
Gm
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but you can't escape there's no escape, nigga)
Eb
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Because we crave dead flesh
Dm
F
Triple 6 bitch, easily you can be next
Verse 10
Breakin' motherfuckin bones
F
Dm
like it ain't shit
A
For the nine- nickle, biatch
Outro 1
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