Lil Jon — Killas 2009 Version

[Intro: Lil Jon] Hey, hey, hey [Pre-Chorus: Lil Jon] Three hard motherfuckers Three hard motherfuckers Three hard motherfuckers That ain't scared of shit Now let me tell you motherfuckers who you fuckin with (Hey, hey) [Chorus: Lil Jon] You fuckin' with some killas You fuckin' with the motherfuckin' realist niggas You fuckin' with some killas (Killas) You fuckin' with the motherfuckin' realist niggas (Hey) [Verse 1: Lil Jon] I wish a motherfucker 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 fuck 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 shotgun hand on the pump Finger on the trigga, I'm ready to dump Blow a motherfucker, 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 Motherfuckers outta line gettin' laid down flat Imma show you how a real nigga act (Hey, hey, hey) [Pre-Chorus: Lil Jon] Three hard motherfuckers Three hard motherfuckers Three hard motherfuckers That ain't scared of shit Now let me tell you motherfuckers who you fuckin with (Hey, hey) [Chorus: Lil Jon] You fuckin' with some killas You fuckin' with the motherfuckin' realist niggas You fuckin' with some killas You fuckin' with the motherfuckin' realist niggas [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 motherfuckin' animal Lil Jon beat cannibal Every nigga in Atlanta Know I'm psycho insane about my cash They can re-open Alcatraz And sentence me the life without rehabilitation Fuck Governor Schwarzenegger, nigga 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' bitch and ho (Hey, hey, hey) [Pre-Chorus: Lil Jon] Three hard motherfuckers Three hard motherfuckers Three hard motherfuckers That ain't scared of shit Now let me tell you motherfuckers who you fuckin with (Hey, hey) [Chorus: Lil Jon] You fuckin' with some killas You fuckin' with the motherfuckin' realist niggas You fuckin' with some killas You fuckin' with the motherfuckin' realist niggas [Verse 3: Ice Cube & Lil Jon] Dirty motherfuckers tryna clean hip-hop But it don't stop, like L.A grid Lock If you get popped, your shit will stop Colostomy bags, for all these fags I don't wanna hear that shit Hu Heff's a prince, Magic Juan's 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 jealous of the hood fellas, hot dogs make a lot a relish Remember a world without Hip-hop, Lord used to believe these bitch cops (Hey, hey, hey) [Pre-Chorus: Lil Jon] Three hard motherfuckers Three hard motherfuckers Three hard motherfuckers That ain't scared of shit Now let me tell you motherfuckers who you fuckin with (Hey, hey) [Chorus: Lil Jon] You fuckin' with some killas You fuckin' with the motherfuckin' realist niggas You fuckin' with some killas (killas) You fuckin' with the motherfuckin' realist niggas