Killas Lyrics

Elephant Man Killas

Hey Hey Hey, 3 hard mutha f..ckas, 3 hard mutha f..ckas, 3 hard Mutha f..cka
That ain't scared of shit
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 niggas
You f..ckin with some killas
You f..ckin with the mutha fukin realist niggas

[Lil Jon:]I wish a mutha f..cker 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 f..ck 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 f..cker 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 f..ckers outta line
Gettin laid down flat, I'm a show you how a real nigga act

[Chorus:]Hey! 3 hard mutha f..ckas
3 hard mutha f..ckas
3 hard mutha f..cka
They ain't scarred of shit
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 niggas
You f..ckin with some killas
You f..ckin with the mutha f..ckin 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 f..ckin 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 f..ckas
3 hard mutha f..ckas
3 hard mutha f..cka
They ain't scarred of shit
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 niggas
You F..ckin with some killas you f..ckin with the mutha f..ckin realist niggas

[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 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 f..ckas
3 hard mutha f..ckas
3 hard mutha f..cka
They ain't scarred of shit
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 niggas
You f..ckin with some killas
You f..ckin with the mutha f..ckin realist niggas