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lirik lagu killas (2009 version) – lil jon

[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

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