Jus Like Us lyrics

by

Bun B


[DJ Paul talking with gunshots in background]
Yeah, run b*tch. Run ho! Ya nice motherf*ckas!
Y'all jealous ass b*tches!
You know what I'mma call y'all? Some Jello n*ggas
Cuz y'all jealous of us, b*tch
Every motherf*cker in our camp ridin clean, n*gga
Y'all know the motherf*ckin score
And this one right here is dedicated to you [censor beep]
It's dedicated to you, n*gga

[Hook: DJ Paul] x1
They wanna dress like, wanna sound like, wanna be like
Ride like, get high like, make cheese like
The motherf*ckin Three 6, b*tch you got a problem wit em?
The motherf*ckin Three 6, ho you got a problem wit em?

[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 n*ggas 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
b*tch n*gga killin' me, muste be eatin' some porridge and got some courage
Punk motherf*cker don't make me go get the damn Uzi up outta the storage
b*tches, bloody Satan waiting at hell gates and get (?)
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

[Hook x2]

[DJ Paul]
1 thousand: 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 cuz yo ass hated
7 G's: He ain't even worth it, I'll kill that n*gga myself, dead
Catch em in tha haven put somethin hot up in his head

[Juicy J]
I'm real from the jump (junt)
Never was a punk (punk)
North Memphis bound b*tch, 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 n*ggas (n*ggas)
Hangin on the corner, wit a f*ckin rusty pistol (pistol)
Step up to me ho (ho)
When you on that blow (blow)
I'mma (gunshots: pop pop pop, pop) till you hit tha flo (flo)
[Hook x2]

[Koopsta Knicca]
Ahhhhh!
Please don't test the wrist or steel this
Waitin for she tell, pop, every style mystic
Pimp sh*t, 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

[Gangsta Boo]
Well all them hoes that used to be down with me
I signed a deal, made some money, now you b*tches downin me?
b*tches 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 wanna-be
You ghetto hoes, you need to read up on this Gangsta Boo
Cuz you might find a tip, b*tch, that can help you
I'm a down chick
n*ggas be wantin ta crown chick
Stay around chick
Whenever, however, it's goin down, b*tch
[Hook x2]
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