Three 6 Mafia - Just Like Us Lyrics
DJ Paul- (Intro) Yeah, run *****. Run hoe! Ya nice mother*****as! Y'all jealous ass *****es! You know what I'ma call y'all? Some Jello niggas. Cuz y'all jealous of us, *****. Every mother*****er in our camp ridin clean, nigga. Y'all know the mother*****in score. And this one right here is dedicated to you [censor beep]. It's dedicated to you, nigga. (Chorus) DJ Paul- They wanna dress like Wanna sound like Wanna be like Ride like Get high like Make cheese like The mother*****in Three 6, ***** you got a problem wit em? The mother*****in Three 6, hoe you got a problem wit em? Lord Infamous- I'm from the part of Tennessee called SPV, Spray Pesty Varments Catch ya busta boy, I beat em; blow em up outta his dorments Punk ass niggas be tryin ta stick a light up under me, like some ornaments Don't make me grab the case that's fulla the weapons and hand ya ?the bombing? ***** ya killin me, besta be eatin some porridge, you got some courage Punk mother*****er don't 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 can't be like me It's hard ta be me, like them stunts on TV, g You see me, hustlin, workin my muscle-in Puttin my 2 cents where it can be trusted-n You musta been a silly fool Thinkin you could wear my shoes, damn fool I walked a mile, I hauked em down I understand now, why everybody don't wanna frown (Chorus) x2 DJ Paul- 1 thousand: Your kid kidnapped and *****ed in the mouth 2 g's: Wife never seen again, but nothin to brag about 3 thousand: Car blown up, house burnt to the ground 4 g's: Run up in ya weak ass show, lettin off rounds 5 thousand: Best friend found ***** and decapitated 6 g's: Yo broke ass barried alive cuz yo ass hated 7 g's: He ain't even workin on killin, nigga myself dead Catch em in tha haven put somethin hot up in his head Juicy J- I'm 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) I'ma (gunshots: pop pop pop, pop) till you hit tha flo (flo) (Chorus) x2 Koopsta Knicca- Ahhhhh! Please don't test the wrist or steel this Waitin for she tell, pop, every style mystic Pimp shit, hits never miss those red Settin you a miss, when I spray the AK Plus I flex-a hella gay, will you catch a boy? Ever since a boy, always had black toy So we ain't goin out, no punk, I'm knockin out y'all Dead body, froze, ?hard puss in my jaw? Gangsta Boo- Well all them hoes that used to be down with me I 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 Boo Cuz you might find a tip, *****, that can help you. I'm a down chick Niggas be wantin ta crown chick Stay around chick Whenever, however, it's goin down, *****. (Chorus) x2
