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Three 6 Mafia
- Just like us lyrics

DJ Paul-
(Intro)
Yeah, run bitch. Run hoe! Ya nice m*********!
Y'all jealous a*s bitches!
You know what I'ma call y'all? Some Jello niggas.
Cuz y'all jealous of us, bitch.
Every m*********r in our camp ridin clean, nigga.
Y'all know the motherf***n 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 motherf***n Three 6, bitch you got a problem wit em?
The motherf***n 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*s 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 m*********r 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 f***d 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*s show, lettin off rounds
5 thousand: Best friend found naked and decapitated
6 g's: Yo broke a*s barried alive cuz yo a*s 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 a*s hell and crunk (crunk)
You might catch me deep (deep)
On your f***n 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 f***n 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 s***, 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 m*********rs 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