DJ Paul-
(Intro)
Yeah, run bitch. Run hoe! Ya nice motherf*ckas!
Y'all jealous ass bitches!
You know what I'ma call y'all? Some Jello niggas.
'cause y'all jealous of us, bitch.
Every motherf*cker in our camp ridin clean, nigga.
Y'all know the motherf*ckin score.
And this one right here is dedicated to you [Your kid kidnapped and f*cked 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 'cause yo ass 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 ass hell and crunk (crunk)
You might catch me deep (deep)
On your f*ckin 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*ckin 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 motherf*ckers be after me?
Why you tryin ta be like me? You labelled as a want to-be.
You ghetto hoes, you need to read a bonus Gangsta Boo
'cause 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
3 6 Mafia - Just Like Us Lyrics
3 6 Mafia - Just Like Us Lyrics
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English
DJ Paul-
(Intro)
Yeah, run bitch. Run hoe! Ya nice motherf*ckas!
Y'all jealous ass bitches!
You know what I'ma call y'all? Some Jello niggas.
'cause y'all jealous of us, bitch.
Every motherf*cker in our camp ridin clean, nigga.
Y'all know the motherf*ckin score.
And this one right here is dedicated to you [Your kid kidnapped and f*cked 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 'cause yo ass 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 ass hell and crunk (crunk)
You might catch me deep (deep)
On your f*ckin 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*ckin 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 motherf*ckers be after me?
Why you tryin ta be like me? You labelled as a want to-be.
You ghetto hoes, you need to read a bonus Gangsta Boo
'cause 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
(Intro)
Yeah, run bitch. Run hoe! Ya nice motherf*ckas!
Y'all jealous ass bitches!
You know what I'ma call y'all? Some Jello niggas.
'cause y'all jealous of us, bitch.
Every motherf*cker in our camp ridin clean, nigga.
Y'all know the motherf*ckin score.
And this one right here is dedicated to you [Your kid kidnapped and f*cked 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 'cause yo ass 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 ass hell and crunk (crunk)
You might catch me deep (deep)
On your f*ckin 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*ckin 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 motherf*ckers be after me?
Why you tryin ta be like me? You labelled as a want to-be.
You ghetto hoes, you need to read a bonus Gangsta Boo
'cause 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
Writer: Jordan Houston, Paul Beauregard
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Performed By: 3 6 Mafia
From Album: When the Smoke Clears: Sixty 6, Sixty 1
Language: English
Length: 4:14
Written by: Jordan Houston, Paul Beauregard
Year: 2000