Killas (Album Version|Edited)

Lil Jon Ft. Ice Cube & The Game - Killas

Hey Hey Hey, Bring it on mutha f**kas,

Bring it on mutha f**kas,

Bring it on Mutha f**ka

They ain't scarred of sh*t

Now let me tell you mutha f**kas who you f**kin wit

You f**kin wit the killas

You f**kin with the mutha f**kin realist niggas

You f**kin with some killas

You f**kin with the mutha fukin realist niggas

Lil Jon:

Now what's your mutha f**kin word, say something

F**k around and get your goddamn a** whooped

Ni**a I feel like start some sh*t, and I might just snap to piss

All the p**sy-a** niggas like you, ni**a f**k ya

Take a 45 across the head go butcha (Yeah!!)

Ya'll p**sy-a** niggas ain't hard, stuff that a** like that ni**a named mart

Sawwed off shot gun hand on the pump, finga on the trigga

Ready to duck

Go mutha f**kas bye bye

Wouldn't make way, yeah niggas gon' die

That's why I never leave the tril wthout packing my gat

Strap on my vest, put on my hat. Mutha f**kers I lied

Gettin laid out flat, let me show you how a real ni**a act

Hey! Bring it on mutha f**kas

Bring it on mutha f**kas

Bring it on mutha f**ka

They ain't scarred of sh*t

Now let me tell you mutha f**kas who you f**kin Wit

You f**kin with some killas

You f**kin with the mutha f**kin realist niggas

You f**kin with some killas

You f**kin with the mutha f**kin realist niggas

The Game:

It's 3, The hard way

Black Lambo, No passengers

Black Ski mask, Chain Saw Massacre

Kill fast wit the Ak-four 7

(Blacka) Yellow Take the intersection

Loaded clips, Lock 'em in

Got a black four five

Call it Pac's revenge

I'm a mutha f**kin animal

Lil Jon be canibal

Every ni**a in Atlanta Know

I'm psycho inasne about my cash, ni**a we open alpa trash

And sentance with a life without rehabillitaion

F**k up in a schortsi ni**a

It's my stament

Dear Mr. President Barack Obama, Righ after you catch Osama, Tell Mr. Waso

Please let oprah know that I won't ever stop sayin b**ch and hoe

Hey! Bring it on mutha f**kas

Bring it on mutha f**kas

Bring it on mutha f**ka

They ain't scarred of sh*t

Now let me tell you mutha f**kas who you f**kin wit

You f**kin with some killas

You f**kin with the mutha f**kin realist niggas

You F**kin with some killas you f**kin with the mutha f**kin realist niggas

Ice Cube:

Dirty Mutha f**kas tryina clean hip-hop, but it don't stop, like L.A grip Lock

If you did pop, your sh*t will stop

Clostamy bags, for all these bags, I don't wanna hear that sh*t

Hue Heff's a prince, Mesh Gwan's a pimp

I learned the word b**ch from you, so why can't a ni**a 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 turn

I think they jelous of the hood fellas,hot dogs make alota relish

Remember a world without

Hip-hop, Lord used to believe these b**ch cops

Hey! Bring it on mutha f**kas

Bring it on mutha f**kas

Bring it on mutha f**ka

They ain't scarred of sh*t

Now let me tell you mutha f**kas who you f**kin wit

You f**kin with some killas

You f**kin with the mutha f**kin realist niggas

You f**kin with some killas

You f**kin with the mutha f**kin realist niggas

End

Lil Jon Ft. Ice Cube & The Game - Killas