Killas Lyrics

Hey Hey Hey, 3 hard mutha f..ckas, 3 hard mutha f..ckas, 3 hard Mutha f..cka
That ain't scared of shit

Now let me tell you mutha f..ckas who you f..ckin with

You f..ckin with the killas

You f..ckin with the mutha f..ckin realist niggas

You f..ckin with some killas

You f..ckin with the mutha fukin realist niggas

[Lil Jon:]

I wish a mutha f..cker would say something

Fuck around and get your goddamn ass whooped

Nigga I feel like startin some shit,

and I might just snap the piss, out a pussy ass nigga like you, nigga f..ck ya

Take a 45 cross the head gun butt ya (Yeah!)

Ya'll pussy-ass niggas ain't hard, stomp that ass out like a million man march

Sawed off shot gun hand on the pump, finga on the trigga

Ready to dump

Blow a mutha f..cker bye bye

Point blank range, yeah niggas gon' die

That's why I never leave the crib without packing my gat

Strap on my vest, put on my hat. Mutha f..ckers outta line

Gettin laid down flat, I'm a show you how a real nigga act

[Chorus:]

Hey! 3 hard mutha f..ckas

3 hard mutha f..ckas

3 hard mutha f..cka

They ain't scarred of shit

Now let me tell you mutha f..ckas who you f..ckin With

You f..ckin with some killas

You f..ckin with the mutha f..ckin realist niggas

You f..ckin with some killas

You f..ckin with the mutha f..ckin realist niggas

[The Game:]

It's 3, The hard way

Black Lambo, No passengers

Black Ski mask, Chain Saw Massacre

Kill fast with the Ak-four 7

(Blacka) Yellow Tape the intersection

Loaded clips, Lock 'em in

Got a black four five

Call it Pac's revenge

I'm a mutha f..ckin animal

Lil Jon be canibal

Every nigga in Atlanta Know

I'm psycho insane about my cash, they should re-open alcatraz

And sentance with a life without rehabillitaion

Fuck Governor Schwarzenegger

It's my statment

Dear Mr. President Barack Obama, Righ after you catch Osama, Tell Mr. Waso

Please let oprah know that I won't ever stop sayin bitch and hoe

[Chorus:]

Hey! 3 hard mutha f..ckas

3 hard mutha f..ckas

3 hard mutha f..cka

They ain't scarred of shit

Now let me tell you mutha f..ckas who you f..ckin with

You f..ckin with some killas

You f..ckin with the mutha f..ckin realist niggas

You f..ckin with some killas you f..ckin with the mutha f..ckin realist niggas

[Ice Cube:]

Dirty Mutha f..ckas tryina clean hip-hop, but it don't stop, like L.A grid Lock

If you get popped, your shit will stop

Clostamy bags, for all these fags, I don't wanna hear that shit

Hu Heff's a prince, magic jaun a pimp

I learned the word bitch from you, so why can't a nigga get rich from you

These are English words

Scarred to be used by geeks and nerds,

Mad cause I flip these verbs and pull that phantom away from the curb

I think they jelous of the hood fellas, hot dogs make alota relish

Remember a world without

Hip-hop, Lord used to believe these bitch cops

[Chorus:]

Hey! 3 hard mutha f..ckas

3 hard mutha f..ckas

3 hard mutha f..cka

They ain't scarred of shit

Now let me tell you mutha f..ckas who you f..ckin with

You f..ckin with some killas

You f..ckin with the mutha f..ckin realist niggas

You f..ckin with some killas

You f..ckin with the mutha f..ckin realist niggas