Lirik Lagu Just Like Us - Three 6 Mafia
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DJ Paul-(Intro)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-They wanna dress likeWanna sound likeWanna be likeRide likeGet high likeMake cheese likeThe 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 VarmentsCatch ya busta boy, I beat em; blow em up outta his dormentsPunk ass niggas be tryin ta stick a light up under me, like some ornamentsDon'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 couragePunk motherfucker don't make me go get that there uzi up under the storageBitches, bloody Satan waiting ???Armageddon soldiers comin to ???
Crunchy Black-You trying to be like me, you can't be like meIt's hard ta be me, like them stunts on TV, gYou see me, hustlin, workin my muscle-inPuttin my 2 cents where it can be trusted-nYou musta been a silly foolThinkin you could wear my shoes, damn foolI walked a mile, I hauked em downI understand now, why everybody don't wanna frown
(Chorus) x2
DJ Paul-1 thousand: Your kid kidnapped and fucked in the mouth2 g's: Wife never seen again, but nothin to brag about3 thousand: Car blown up, house burnt to the ground4 g's: Run up in ya weak ass show, lettin off rounds5 thousand: Best friend found naked and decapitated6 g's: Yo broke ass barried alive cuz yo ass hated7 g's: He ain't even workin on killin, nigga myself deadCatch 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 thisWaitin for she tell, pop, every style mysticPimp shit, hits never miss those redSettin you a miss, when I spray the AKPlus I flex-a hella gay, will you catch a boy?Ever since a boy, always had black toySo we ain't goin out, no punk, I'm knockin out y'allDead body, froze, ?hard puss in my jaw?
Gangsta Boo-Well all them hoes that used to be down with meI 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 a bonus Gangsta BooCuz you might find a tip, bitch, that can help you.I'm a down chickNiggas be wantin ta crown chickStay around chickWhenever, however, it's goin down, bitch.
(Chorus) x2
(Chorus)DJ Paul-They wanna dress likeWanna sound likeWanna be likeRide likeGet high likeMake cheese likeThe 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 VarmentsCatch ya busta boy, I beat em; blow em up outta his dormentsPunk ass niggas be tryin ta stick a light up under me, like some ornamentsDon'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 couragePunk motherfucker don't make me go get that there uzi up under the storageBitches, bloody Satan waiting ???Armageddon soldiers comin to ???
Crunchy Black-You trying to be like me, you can't be like meIt's hard ta be me, like them stunts on TV, gYou see me, hustlin, workin my muscle-inPuttin my 2 cents where it can be trusted-nYou musta been a silly foolThinkin you could wear my shoes, damn foolI walked a mile, I hauked em downI understand now, why everybody don't wanna frown
(Chorus) x2
DJ Paul-1 thousand: Your kid kidnapped and fucked in the mouth2 g's: Wife never seen again, but nothin to brag about3 thousand: Car blown up, house burnt to the ground4 g's: Run up in ya weak ass show, lettin off rounds5 thousand: Best friend found naked and decapitated6 g's: Yo broke ass barried alive cuz yo ass hated7 g's: He ain't even workin on killin, nigga myself deadCatch 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 thisWaitin for she tell, pop, every style mysticPimp shit, hits never miss those redSettin you a miss, when I spray the AKPlus I flex-a hella gay, will you catch a boy?Ever since a boy, always had black toySo we ain't goin out, no punk, I'm knockin out y'allDead body, froze, ?hard puss in my jaw?
Gangsta Boo-Well all them hoes that used to be down with meI 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 a bonus Gangsta BooCuz you might find a tip, bitch, that can help you.I'm a down chickNiggas be wantin ta crown chickStay around chickWhenever, however, it's goin down, bitch.
(Chorus) x2
