Jus Like Us Three 6 Mafia
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[DJ Paul talking with gunshots in background]
Yeah, run bitch. Run ho! Ya nice motherfuckas!
Y'all jealous ass bitches!
You know what I'mma 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
[Hook: 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, 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 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, muste be eatin' some porridge and got some courage
Punk motherfucker don't make me go get the damn Uzi up outta the storage
Bitches, bloody Satan waiting at hell gates and get (?)
Armageddon soldiers comin' to (?)
Yeah, run bitch. Run ho! Ya nice motherfuckas!
Y'all jealous ass bitches!
You know what I'mma 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
[Hook: 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, 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 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, muste be eatin' some porridge and got some courage
Punk motherfucker don't make me go get the damn Uzi up outta the storage
Bitches, bloody Satan waiting at hell gates and get (?)
Armageddon soldiers comin' to (?)
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