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lirik lagu lil jon - killas

(feat. the game, elephant man, ice cube, whole wheat bread)

hey hey hey, 3 hard m-th- f-ckas, 3 hard m-th- f-ckas, 3 hard m-th- f-cka
that ain’t scared of sh-t
now let me tell you m-th- f-ckas who you f-ckin with
you f-ckin with the killas
you f-ckin with the m-th- f-ckin realist n-gg-s
you f-ckin with some killas
you f-ckin with the m-th- f-kin realist n-gg-s

[lil jon:]
i wish a m-th- f-cker would say something
f-ck around and get your godd-mn -ss whooped
n-gg- i feel like startin some sh-t,
and i might just snap the p-ss, out a p-ssy -ss n-gg- like you, n-gg- f-ck ya
take a 45 cross the head gun b-tt ya (yeah!)
ya’ll p-ssy–ss n-gg-s ain’t hard, stomp that -ss out like a million man march
sawed off shot gun hand on the pump, finga on the trigga
ready to dump
blow a m-th- f-cker bye bye
point blank range, yeah n-gg-s gon’ die
that’s why i never leave the crib without packing my gat
strap on my vest, put on my hat. m-th- f-ckers outta line
gettin laid down flat, i’m a show you how a real n-gg- act

[chorus:]
hey! 3 hard m-th- f-ckas
3 hard m-th- f-ckas
3 hard m-th- f-cka
they ain’t scarred of sh-t
now let me tell you m-th- f-ckas who you f-ckin with
you f-ckin with some killas
you f-ckin with the m-th- f-ckin realist n-gg-s
you f-ckin with some killas
you f-ckin with the m-th- f-ckin realist n-gg-s

[the game:]
it’s 3, the hard way
black lambo, no p-ssengers
black ski mask, chain saw m-ssacre
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 m-th- f-ckin animal
lil jon be canibal
every n-gg- 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

[ice cube:]
dirty m-th- 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 f-gs, 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-gg- 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

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