Текст (слова) песни: Three 6 Mafia - Jus Like Us

[DJ Paul talking with gunshots in background]
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 x1]
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, I kill a 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 up on this 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]

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