Three 6 Mafia - Jus Like Us Lyrics:
Yeah, run bitch, run hoe, ya nice motherf**kas
Y`all jealous ass bitches
You know what I`ma call y`all? Some Jello ni**as
`Cuz y`all jealous of us, bitch

Every motherf**ker in our camp ridin` clean, ni**a
Y`all know the motherf**kin` score
And this one right here is dedicated to you
It`s dedicated to you, ni**a

They wanna dress like, wanna sound like
Wanna be like, ride like, get high like, make cheese like
The motherf**kin` Three 6, bitch you got a problem wit `em?
The motherf**kin` Three 6, hoe you got a problem wit `em?

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 ni**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 [unverified]
Bitch ya killin` me, besta be eatin` some porridge
You got some courage, punk motherf**ker
Don`t make me go get that there Uzi up under the storage
Bitches, bloody Satan waiting [unverified]
Armageddon soldiers comin` to [unverified]

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

They wanna dress like, wanna sound like
Wanna be like, ride like, get high like, make cheese like
The motherf**kin` Three 6, bitch you got a problem wit `em?
The motherf**kin` Three 6, hoe you got a problem wit `em?

They wanna dress like, wanna sound like
Wanna be like, ride like, get high like, make cheese like
The motherf**kin` Three 6, bitch you got a problem wit `em?
The motherf**kin` Three 6, hoe you got a problem wit `em?

1 thousand, your kid kidnapped and f**ked 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`, I kill a ni**a myself, dead
Catch `em in tha haven put somethin` hot up in his head

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 f**kin` street
(Street)
Buckin` wit the tech-9
Sweep you off yo feet
(Feet)

Drankin` on that liquor
(Liquor)
Chillin` wit my ni**as
(Ni**as)
Hangin` on the corner
Wit a f**kin` rusty pistol
(Pistol)

Step up to me hoe
(Hoe)
When you on that blow
(Blow)
I`ma, till you hit tha flo
(Pop, pop, pop, pop, flo)

They wanna dress like, wanna sound like
Wanna be like, ride like, get high like, make cheese like
The motherf**kin` Three 6, bitch you got a problem wit `em?
The motherf**kin` Three 6, hoe you got a problem wit `em?

They wanna dress like, wanna sound like
Wanna be like, ride like, get high like, make cheese like
The motherf**kin` Three 6, bitch you got a problem wit `em?
The motherf**kin` Three 6, hoe you got a problem wit `em?

Ahh, 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, [unverified]

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 motherf**kers be after me?

Why you tryin` ta be like me? You labeled as a wanna-be
You ghetto hoes, you need to read up on this Gangsta Boo
`Cuz you might find a tip, bitch, that can help you
I`m a down chick, ni**as be wantin` ta crown chick
Stay around chick, whenever, however, it`s goin` down, bitch

They wanna dress like, wanna sound like
Wanna be like, ride like, get high like, make cheese like
The motherf**kin` Three 6, bitch you got a problem wit `em?
The motherf**kin` Three 6, hoe you got a problem wit `em?

They wanna dress like, wanna sound like
Wanna be like, ride like, get high like, make cheese like
The motherf**kin` Three 6, bitch you got a problem wit `em?
The motherf**kin` Three 6, hoe you got a problem wit `em?

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