Jus Like Us

[Intro: DJ Paul] Yeah, run bitch, run hoe! Ya nice motherfuckas! Y'all jealous ass bitches! You know what I'ma call y'all? Some Jello niggas 'Cause 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 [Hook: DJ Paul] 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 with 'em? The motherfuckin' Three 6, hoe, you got a problem with 'em? [Verse 1: Lord Infamous] I'm from the part of Tennessee called SPV, Spray Pesty Varments Catch a busta boy, I beat 'em; blow 'em up outta his garments Punk ass niggas be tryin ta stick a light up under me, like some ornaments Don't make me grab the case that's full of the weapons and heavy compartments Bitch nigga killin' me, better be eatin' some porridge, you got some courage Punk motherfucker don't make me go get the damn Uzi up outta the storage Bitches, bloody Satan waitin' there to just send it, starin' Armageddon soldiers comin' to sweep this crew away [Verse 2: Crunchy Black] You trying to be like me, you can't be like me It's hard to be me, like them stunts on TV, G You see me, hustlin', workin' my muscle-in Puttin' my two 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 [Hook: DJ Paul] 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 with 'em? The motherfuckin' Three 6, hoe, you got a problem with 'em? 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 with 'em? The motherfuckin' Three 6, hoe, you got a problem with 'em? [Verse 3: DJ Paul] One thousand: Your kid kidnapped and fucked in the mouth Two Gs: Wife never seen again, but nothin' to brag about Three thousand: Car blown up, house burnt to the ground Four Gs: Run up in ya weak ass show, lettin' off rounds Five thousand: Best friend found naked and decapitated Six Gs: Yo' broke ass barried alive 'cause yo' ass hated Seven Gs: He ain't even worth it, I'll kill that nigga myself, dead Catch 'em in tha haven put somethin hot up in his head [Verse 4: Juicy J] I'm real from the jump (Jump), 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' with the TEC 9, sweep you off yo' feet (Feet) Drankin' on that liquor (Liquor), chillin' with my niggas (Niggas) Hangin' on the corner, with a fuckin' rusty pistol (Pistol) Step up to me hoe (Hoe), when you on that blow (Blow) I'ma (Pop pop pop, pop) 'til you hit the flo' (Flo') [Hook: DJ Paul] 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 with 'em? The motherfuckin' Three 6, hoe, you got a problem with 'em? 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 with 'em? The motherfuckin' Three 6, hoe, you got a problem with 'em? [Verse 5: Koopsta Knicca] Aah! 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 a black toy So we ain't goin' out, no punk I'm knockin' out y'all, dead body parts all froze in my trunk [Verse 6: 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' to blast at me or am I dreamin' the motherfuckers be after me? Why you tryin' to be like me? You labelled as a wannabe You ghetto hoes, you need to read up on this Gangsta Boo 'Cause you might find a tip, bitch, that can help you I'm a down chick, niggas be wantin' to crown chick Stay around chick, whenever, however, it's goin' down, bitch [Hook: DJ Paul] 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 with 'em? The motherfuckin' Three 6, hoe, you got a problem with 'em? 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 with 'em? The motherfuckin' Three 6, hoe, you got a problem with 'em?