Three 6 Mafia - Jus Like Us

DJ Paul talking with gunshots in background
Yeah, run b*tch. Run hoe! Ya nice motherfkas!
Y'all jealous as* girls!
You know what I'ma call y'all? Some Jello .
Cuz y'all jealous of us, b*tch.
Every motherfker in our camp ridin clean, nigg*.
Y'all know the motherfkin score.
And this one right here is dedicated to you censor beep.
It's dedicated to you, nigg*.

Chorus: DJ Paulx1
They wanna dress like
Wanna sound like
Wanna be like
Ride like
Get high like
Make cheese like
The motherfkin Three 6, b*tch you got a problem wit em?
The motherfkin 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 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*tch ya killin me, besta be eatin some porridge, you got some courage
Punk motherfker don't make me go get that there uzi up under the storage
girls, blood 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, d*mn 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 fked 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 as* show, lettin off rounds
5 thousand: Best friend found naked and decapitated
6 g's: Yo broke as* barried alive cuz yo as* hated
7 g's: He ain't even workin on killin, nigg* 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*tch, buck as* hell and crunk (crunk)
You might catch me deep (deep)
On your fkin street (street)
Buckin wit the tech-9, sweep you off yo feet (feet)
Drankin on that liquour (liquor)
Chillin wit my ( )
Hangin on the corner, wit a fkin 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 s**t, 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 girls downin me?
girls tryin ta blast at me,
or am I dreamin the motherfkers 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*tch, that can help you.
I'm a down chick
be wantin ta crown chick
Stay around chick
Whenever, however, it's goin down, b*tch.

Chorus x2

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