I Thought You Knew

[Intro: DJ Paul and News Broadcast] Man, it's cold as a mothafucka I wish I had some more funk or something, mane 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 (Damn) 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 Degreaser boilin' hot, pour it on you, and your dead friends I probably, oughta 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 enemy, fear of the wraith to the blast, he done passed Leavin' no trace of the evidence, bodies rest in a box, chopped up in pieces His soul done rose, I place 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, nigga, ya bleed Bustin' 17, please don't scream, don't run either, long range, we sweep Never-never run from the buckshots, bust 'em at ya back when I'm full of Yac, ain't no clue In too deep, you sneak, we creep, Juicemane, what would you do? [Verse 3: Juicy J] First a nigga look in the white pages for this bitch It's Mafia style, nigga, 'cause you don't know who ya fuckin' with Called him at his fuckin home, nothin' but breathin' on the phone (hello? hello?) Warnin' sign to let you know I'm comin', so you better be gone Whether you run I be stoppin' ya, with the two nines I be poppin' ya Witness a nigga from North Memphis of the Triple 6 Mafia Two killas at yo' front door, three killas at yo' back door His ho 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] They called off a master plan on how to buck 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 (Lay down hoe!) 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 our 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] Cl'izz'ick with the real Triple 6 niggas for yo' death Ain't no shame up in my game as you take your last breath Six niggas trill, ready to kill, bustas, suckas jump (Jump, bitch!) Pulled a fucked up clickin', on you lemons, 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 stankin', bitch Fly gon' bring them body bags, Lord, you touch your fork and shovel Dig it deep and buried bitch, playa dinin' with the Devil Busta numb, RedRum, Mr. I-B-N, fool Oh, that's what Lil Fly would do, now Killaman, what would you do? [Verse 6: DJ Paul] First, I hit up Crunchy, and I get full of the Holy Ghost The Devil's already in me, so I ain't gotta go too far to look You fucked off with the wrong click, so your murder's all on my mind Plus Satan's inside, I put my hand to this plastic 9 Burnin' from the aim, my Glock does more every blink of the eye But before it's all over, you'll have two Lugers in your weak thighs Fall on to your knees, 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 Bitch [Hook] Nigga, live by yo' rep, but I ain't takin' shit When I blast on yo' ass, I'm gon' empty this clip Nigga, live by yo' rep, but I ain't takin' shit When I blast on yo' ass, I'm gon' empty this clip Nigga, live by yo' rep, but I ain't takin' shit When I blast on yo' ass, I'm gon' empty this clip Nigga, live by yo' rep, but I ain't takin' shit When I blast on yo' ass, I'm gon' empty this clip [Verse 7: Lord Infamous,(DJ Paul)] See, we can't tolerate no nigga 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 (No escape, nigga) Because we crave dead Flesh Triple 6 bitch, easily you can be next [Outro: DJ Paul] Yeah, bitch, the Triple 6 Mafia Breakin' mothafuckin' bones like it ain't shit For the nine-nickle, biaaaatch! Yeah Triple Six Mafia for the '95 Memphis, nigga Memphis Yeah, DJ Paul Hooooooe!