Three 6 Mafia - Jus Like Us lyrics

[dj paul talking with gunshots in background] Yeah, run b**h. run hoe! ya nice motherf**as! Y'all jealous a** b**hes! You know what i'ma call y'all? some jello n***as. Cuz y'all jealous of us, b**h. Every motherf**er in our camp ridin clean, n***a. Y'all know the motherf**in score. And this one right here is dedicated to you [censor beep]. It's dedicated to you, n***a. [chorus: dj paul]x1 They wanna dress like Wanna sound like Wanna be like Ride like Get high like Make cheese like The motherf**in three 6, b**h you got a problem wit em? The motherf**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 a** n***as 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? b**h ya k**in me, besta be eatin some porridge, you got some courage Punk motherf**er don't make me go get that there uzi up under the storage b**hes, 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 f**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 a** show, lettin off rounds 5 thousand: best friend found naked and decapitated 6 g's: yo broke a** barried alive cuz yo a** hated 7 g's: he ain't even workin on k**in, n***a 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 b**h, buck a** hell and crunk (crunk) You might catch me deep (deep) On your f**in street (street) Buckin wit the tech-9, sweep you off yo feet (feet) Drankin on that liquour (liquor) Chillin wit my n***as (n***as) Hangin on the corner, wit a f**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 sh**, 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 b**hes downin me? b**hes tryin ta blast at me, Or am i dreamin the motherf**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, b**h, that can help you. I'm a down chick n***as be wantin ta crown chick Stay around chick Whenever, however, it's goin down, b**h. [chorus x2]