Three 6 Mafia - Jus Like Us Lyrics
[dj paul talking with gunshots in background]Yeah, run *****. run hoe! ya nice mother*****as!Yall jealous ass *****es!You know what ima call yall? some jello niggas.Cuz yall jealous of us, *****.Every mother*****er in our camp ridin clean, nigga.Yall know the mother*****in score.And this one right here is dedicated to you [censor beep].Its dedicated to you, nigga.[chorus: dj paul]x1They wanna dress likeWanna sound likeWanna be likeRide likeGet high likeMake cheese likeThe mother*****in three 6, ***** you got a problem wit em?The mother*****in three 6, hoe you got a problem wit em?[lord infamous]Im from the part of tennessee called spv, spray pesty varmentsCatch ya busta boy, I beat em; blow em up outta his dormentsPunk ass niggas be tryin ta stick a light up under me, like some ornamentsDont make me grab the case thats fulla the weapons and hand ya ? the bombing?***** ya killin me, besta be eatin some porridge, you got some couragePunk mother*****er dont make me go get that there uzi up under the storage*****es, bloody satan waiting ? ? ?Armageddon soldiers comin to ? ? ?[crunchy black]You trying to be like me, you cant be like meIts hard ta be me, like them stunts on tv, gYou see me, hustlin, workin my muscle-inPuttin my 2 cents where it can be trusted-nYou musta been a silly foolThinkin you could wear my shoes, damn foolI walked a mile, I hauked em downI understand now, why everybody dont wanna frown[chorus x2][dj paul]1 thousand: your kid kidnapped and *****ed in the mouth2 gs: wife never seen again, but nothin to brag about3 thousand: car blown up, house burnt to the ground4 gs: run up in ya weak ass show, lettin off rounds5 thousand: best friend found ***** and decapitated6 gs: yo broke ass barried alive cuz yo ass hated7 gs: he aint even workin on killin, nigga myself deadCatch em in tha haven put somethin hot up in his head[juicy j]Im real from the junt (junt)Never was a punk (punk)North memphis bound *****, buck ass hell and crunk (crunk)You might catch me deep (deep)On your *****in street (street)Buckin wit the tech-9, sweep you off yo feet (feet)Drankin on that liquour (liquor)Chillin wit my niggas (niggas)Hangin on the corner, wit a *****in rusty pistol (pistol)Step up to me hoe (hoe)When you on that blow (blow)Ima (gunshots: pop pop pop, pop) till you hit tha flo (flo)[chorus x2][koopsta knicca]Ahhhhh!Please dont test the wrist or steel thisWaitin for she tell, pop, every style mysticPimp shit, hits never miss those redSettin you a miss, when I spray the akPlus I flex-a hella gay, will you catch a boy?Ever since a boy, always had black toySo we aint goin out, no punk, Im knockin out yallDead body, froze, ? hard puss in my jaw?[gangsta boo]Well all them hoes that used to be down with meI signed a deal, made some money, now you *****es downin me?*****es tryin ta blast at me,Or am I dreamin the mother*****ers be after me?Why you tryin ta be like me? you labelled as a wanna-be.You ghetto hoes, you need to read a bonus gangsta booCuz you might find a tip, *****, that can help you.Im a down chickNiggas be wantin ta crown chickStay around chickWhenever, however, its goin down, *****.[chorus x2]
