Dj Paul - Jus Like Us lyrics

[DJ Paul talking with gunshots in background] Yeah, run b**h. Run ho! Ya nice motherf**as! Y'all jealous a** b**hes! You know what I'mma 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 [Hook: 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, ho 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 [Hook 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 worth it, I'll k** that 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 ho (ho) When you on that blow (blow) I'mma (gunshots: pop pop pop, pop) till you hit tha flo (flo) [Hook 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 parts all froze in my trunk [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 up on this 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 [Hook x2]