Three 6 Mafia - Just 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)