Killas (feat. Ice Cube, The Game, Elephant Man & Whole Wheat Bread)

Hey, hey, hey

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)

You fuckin' with some killas

You fuckin' with the motherfuckin' realist ****

You fuckin' with some killas (Killas)

You fuckin' with the motherfuckin' realist **** (Hey)

I wish a motherfucker would say something

Fuck around and get your goddamn ass whooped

**** I feel like startin' some shit

And I might just snap the piss, out a pussy ass **** like you, **** fuck ya

Take a 45 cross the head gun butt ya (Yeah)

Ya'll pussy-ass **** 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 **** 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 **** act (Hey, hey, hey)

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)

You fuckin' with some killas

You fuckin' with the motherfuckin' realist ****

You fuckin' with some killas

You fuckin' with the motherfuckin' realist ****

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 **** 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, **** 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)

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)

You fuckin' with some killas

You fuckin' with the motherfuckin' realist ****

You fuckin' with some killas

You fuckin' with the motherfuckin' realist ****

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 **** 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)

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)

You fuckin' with some killas

You fuckin' with the motherfuckin' realist ****

You fuckin' with some killas (killas)

You fuckin' with the motherfuckin' realist ****