Текст песни Just Like Us - Three 6 Mafia
(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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