Killas (2009 Version) lyrics

[Intro: Lil Jon]
Hey, hey, hey

[Pre-Chorus: Lil Jon]
Three hard motherf*ckers
Three hard motherf*ckers
Three hard motherf*ckers
That ain't scared of sh*t
Now let me tell you motherf*ckers who you f*ckin with (Hey, hey)

[Chorus: Lil Jon]
You f*ckin' with some killas
You f*ckin' with the motherf*ckin' realist n*ggas
You f*ckin' with some killas (Killas)
You f*ckin' with the motherf*ckin' realist n*ggas (Hey)

[Verse 1: Lil Jon]
I wish a motherf*cker would say something
f*ck around and get your goddamn ass whooped
n*gga I feel like startin' some sh*t
And I might just snap the p*ss, out a pus*y ass n*gga like you, n*gga f*ck ya
Take a 45 cross the head gun butt ya (Yeah)
Ya'll pus*y-ass n*ggas ain't hard
Stomp that ass out like a million man march
Sawed off shotgun hand on the pump
Finger on the trigga, I'm ready to dump
Blow a motherf*cker, bye bye
Point blank range, yeah n*ggas gon' die
That's why I never leave the crib without packing my gat
Strap on my vest, put on my hat
Motherf*ckers outta line gettin' laid down flat
Imma show you how a real n*gga act (Hey, hey, hey)
[Pre-Chorus: Lil Jon]
Three hard motherf*ckers
Three hard motherf*ckers
Three hard motherf*ckers
That ain't scared of sh*t
Now let me tell you motherf*ckers who you f*ckin with (Hey, hey)

[Chorus: Lil Jon]
You f*ckin' with some killas
You f*ckin' with the motherf*ckin' realist n*ggas
You f*ckin' with some killas
You f*ckin' with the motherf*ckin' realist n*ggas

[Verse 2: Game & Lil Jon]
It's 3, the hard way
Black Lambo, no passengers
Black Ski mask, chain saw massacre
Cube pass me the AK-47
(Blacka) Yellow tape the intersection
Loaded clips, lock 'em in
Got a black 45, call it Pac's revenge
I'm a motherf*ckin' animal
Lil Jon beat cannibal
Every n*gga in Atlanta Know
I'm psycho insane about my cash
They can re-open Alcatraz
And sentence me the life without rehabilitation
f*ck Governor Schwarzenegger, n*gga it's my statement
Dear Mr. President Barack Obama, right after you catch Osama
Tell Mr. Waso, please let Oprah know
That I won't ever stop sayin' b*tch and ho (Hey, hey, hey)
[Pre-Chorus: Lil Jon]
Three hard motherf*ckers
Three hard motherf*ckers
Three hard motherf*ckers
That ain't scared of sh*t
Now let me tell you motherf*ckers who you f*ckin with (Hey, hey)

[Chorus: Lil Jon]
You f*ckin' with some killas
You f*ckin' with the motherf*ckin' realist n*ggas
You f*ckin' with some killas
You f*ckin' with the motherf*ckin' realist n*ggas

[Verse 3: Ice Cube & Lil Jon]
Dirty motherf*ckers tryna clean hip-hop
But it don't stop, like L.A grid Lock
If you get popped, your sh*t will stop
Colostomy bags, for all these fags
I don't wanna hear that sh*t
Hu Heff's a prince, Magic Juan's a pimp
I learned the word b*tch from you, so why can't a n*gga 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 jealous of the hood fellas, hot dogs make a lot a relish
Remember a world without Hip-hop, Lord used to believe these b*tch cops (Hey, hey, hey)
[Pre-Chorus: Lil Jon]
Three hard motherf*ckers
Three hard motherf*ckers
Three hard motherf*ckers
That ain't scared of sh*t
Now let me tell you motherf*ckers who you f*ckin with (Hey, hey)

[Chorus: Lil Jon]
You f*ckin' with some killas
You f*ckin' with the motherf*ckin' realist n*ggas
You f*ckin' with some killas (killas)
You f*ckin' with the motherf*ckin' realist n*ggas