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Killas

Hey Hey Hey, 3 hard mutha fuckas, 3 hard mutha fuckas, 3 hard Mutha fucka

That ain't scared of shit

Now let me tell you mutha fuckas who you fuckin with

You fuckin with the killas

You fuckin with the mutha fuckin realist niggas

You fuckin with some killas

You fuckin with the mutha fukin realist niggas

[Lil Jon:]I wish a mutha fucker 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 shot gun hand on the pump, finga on the trigga

Ready to dump

Blow a mutha fucker 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 fuckers outta line

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

[Chorus:]Hey! 3 hard mutha fuckas

3 hard mutha fuckas

3 hard mutha fucka

They ain't scarred of shit

Now let me tell you mutha fuckas who you fuckin With

You fuckin with some killas

You fuckin with the mutha fuckin realist niggas

You fuckin with some killas

You fuckin with the mutha fuckin 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 fuckin 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 fuckas

3 hard mutha fuckas

3 hard mutha fucka

They ain't scarred of shit

Now let me tell you mutha fuckas who you fuckin with

You fuckin with some killas

You fuckin with the mutha fuckin realist niggas

You Fuckin with some killas you fuckin with the mutha fuckin realist niggas

[Ice Cube:]dirty boobie lick 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 fuckas

3 hard mutha fuckas

3 hard mutha fucka

They ain't scarred of shit

Now let me tell you mutha fuckas who you fuckin with

You fuckin with some killas

You fuckin with the mutha fuckin realist niggas

You fuckin with some killas

You fuckin with the mutha fuckin realist niggas

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