Killas (2009 Version)

[Intro: Lil Jon]
Hey, hey, hey

[Pre-Chorus: Lil Jon]
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)

[Chorus: Lil Jon]
You fuckin' with some killas
You fuckin' with the motherfuckin' realist niggas
You fuckin' with some killas (Killas)
You fuckin' with the motherfuckin' realist niggas (Hey)

[Verse 1: Lil Jon]
I wish a motherfucker 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 fuck 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 shotgun hand on the pump
Finger on the trigga, I'm ready to dump
Blow a motherfucker, 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
Motherfuckers outta line gettin' laid down flat
Imma show you how a real nigga act (Hey, hey, hey)

[Pre-Chorus: Lil Jon]
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)

[Chorus: Lil Jon]
You fuckin' with some killas
You fuckin' with the motherfuckin' realist niggas
You fuckin' with some killas
You fuckin' with the motherfuckin' realist niggas

[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 motherfuckin' animal
Lil Jon beat cannibal
Every nigga 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, nigga 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)

[Pre-Chorus: Lil Jon]
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)

[Chorus: Lil Jon]
You fuckin' with some killas
You fuckin' with the motherfuckin' realist niggas
You fuckin' with some killas
You fuckin' with the motherfuckin' realist niggas

[Verse 3: Ice Cube & Lil Jon]
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 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 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)

[Pre-Chorus: Lil Jon]
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)

[Chorus: Lil Jon]
You fuckin' with some killas
You fuckin' with the motherfuckin' realist niggas
You fuckin' with some killas (killas)
You fuckin' with the motherfuckin' realist niggas