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lil jon – killas (2009 version) lyrics

[intro: lil jon]
hey, hey, hey

[pre+chorus: lil jon]
three hard motherf+ckers
three hard motherf+ckers
three hard motherf+ckers
that ain’t scared of sh+t
now let me tell you motherf+ckers who you f+ckin with (hey, hey)

[chorus: lil jon]
you f+ckin’ with some k!llas
you f+ckin’ with the motherf+ckin’ realist n+ggas
you f+ckin’ with some k!llas (k!llas)
you f+ckin’ with the motherf+ckin’ realist n+ggas (hey)

[verse 1: lil jon]
i wish a motherf+cker would say something
f+ck around and get your godd+mn ass whooped
n+gga i feel like startin’ some sh+t
and i might just snap the p+ss, 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 shotgun hand on the pump
finger on the trigga, i’m ready to dump
blow a motherf+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
motherf+ckers outta line gettin’ laid down flat
imma show you how a real n+gga act (hey, hey, hey)
[pre+chorus: lil jon]
three hard motherf+ckers
three hard motherf+ckers
three hard motherf+ckers
that ain’t scared of sh+t
now let me tell you motherf+ckers who you f+ckin with (hey, hey)

[chorus: lil jon]
you f+ckin’ with some k!llas
you f+ckin’ with the motherf+ckin’ realist n+ggas
you f+ckin’ with some k!llas
you f+ckin’ with the motherf+ckin’ realist n+ggas

[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 motherf+ckin’ animal
lil jon beat cannibal
every n+gga in atlanta know
i’m psycho insane about my cash
they can re+open alcatraz
and sentence me the life without rehabilitation
f+ck governor schwarzenegger, n+gga 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’ b+tch and ho (hey, hey, hey)
[pre+chorus: lil jon]
three hard motherf+ckers
three hard motherf+ckers
three hard motherf+ckers
that ain’t scared of sh+t
now let me tell you motherf+ckers who you f+ckin with (hey, hey)

[chorus: lil jon]
you f+ckin’ with some k!llas
you f+ckin’ with the motherf+ckin’ realist n+ggas
you f+ckin’ with some k!llas
you f+ckin’ with the motherf+ckin’ realist n+ggas

[verse 3: ice cube & lil jon]
dirty motherf+ckers tryna clean hip+hop
but it don’t stop, like l.a grid lock
if you get popped, your sh+t will stop
colostomy bags, for all these f+gs
i don’t wanna hear that sh+t
hu heff’s a prince, magic juan’s 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 jealous of the hood fellas, hot dogs make a lot a relish
remember a world without hip+hop, lord used to believe these b+tch cops (hey, hey, hey)
[pre+chorus: lil jon]
three hard motherf+ckers
three hard motherf+ckers
three hard motherf+ckers
that ain’t scared of sh+t
now let me tell you motherf+ckers who you f+ckin with (hey, hey)

[chorus: lil jon]
you f+ckin’ with some k!llas
you f+ckin’ with the motherf+ckin’ realist n+ggas
you f+ckin’ with some k!llas (k!llas)
you f+ckin’ with the motherf+ckin’ realist n+ggas

- lil jon lyrics

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