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letra de 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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