เนื้อเพลง Killas - Lil Jon

Hey Hey Hey, 3 hard mutha f*ckas, 3 hard mutha f*ckas, 3 hard Mutha f*cka
That ain't scared of sh*t
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 n*ggas
You f*ckin with some killas
You f*ckin with the mutha fukin realist n*ggas

[Lil Jon:]
I wish a mutha f*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 piss, out a p*ssy ass n*gga like you, n*gga f*ck ya
Take a 45 cross the head gun b*tt ya (Yeah!)
Ya'll p*ssy-ass n*ggas 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 n*ggas 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 n*gga act

[Chorus:]
Hey! 3 hard mutha f*ckas
3 hard mutha f*ckas
3 hard mutha f*cka
They ain't scarred of sh*t
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 n*ggas
You f*ckin with some killas
You f*ckin with the mutha f*ckin realist n*ggas

[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 n*gga in Atlanta Know
I'm psycho insane about my cash, they should re-open alcatraz
And sentance with a life without rehabillitaion
F*ck 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 b*tch and hoe

[Chorus:]
Hey! 3 hard mutha f*ckas
3 hard mutha f*ckas
3 hard mutha f*cka
They ain't scarred of sh*t
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 n*ggas
You F*ckin with some killas you f*ckin with the mutha f*ckin realist n*ggas

[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 sh*t will stop
Clostamy bags, for all these fags, I don't wanna hear that sh*t
Hu Heff's a prince, magic jaun 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 jelous of the hood fellas, hot dogs make alota relish
Remember a world without
Hip-hop, Lord used to believe these b*tch cops

[Chorus:]
Hey! 3 hard mutha f*ckas
3 hard mutha f*ckas
3 hard mutha f*cka
They ain't scarred of sh*t
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 n*ggas
You f*ckin with some killas
You f*ckin with the mutha f*ckin realist n*ggas