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Insane Clown Posse

"Just Like Us"

(DJ Paul talking with gunshots in background)
Yeah, run b*tch. Run hoe! Ya nice motherf*ckas!
Y'all jealous ass b*tches!
You know what I'ma 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

(Chorus: 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, 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 n*ggas 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?
b*tch ya killin me, besta be eatin some porridge, you got some courage
Punk motherf*cker don't make me go get that there uzi up under the storage
b*tches, 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 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 workin on killin, n*gga 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 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 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 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 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 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 a bonus 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

(Chorus x2)

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