Just Like Us lyrics

Artist  : Three 6 Mafia 
Song : Just Like Us
 


DJ Paul-
(Intro)
Yeah, run bitch. Run hoe!
Ya nice motherfuckas!
Y'all jealous ass
bitches!
You know what I'ma call y'all? Some
Jello niggas.
Cuz y'all jealous of us,
bitch.
Every motherfucker in our camp ridin
clean, nigga.
Y'all know the motherfuckin
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 motherfuckin Three 6, bitch you got a
problem wit em?
The motherfuckin 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?
Bitch ya killin me,
besta be eatin some porridge, you got some
courage
Punk motherfucker don't make me go get
that there uzi up under the storage
Bitches,
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
fucked 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 naked 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 bitch, buck ass hell and crunk
(crunk)
You might catch me deep (deep)
On
your fuckin 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 fuckin
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 bitches downin
me?
Bitches tryin ta blast at me,
or am I
dreamin the motherfuckers 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,
bitch, that can help you.
I'm a down
chick
Niggas be wantin ta crown chick
Stay
around chick
Whenever, however, it's goin
down, bitch.

(Chorus) x2