Killas - Lil Jon feat The Game, Elephant Man, Ice Cube, Whole Wheat Bread

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

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