Killas Lyrics - Elephant Man

Hey hey hey, 3 hard motherfuckas, 3 hard motherfuckas, 3 hard motherfucka 

That ain't scared of shit 

Now let me tell you motherfuckas who you fuckin' with 

You fuckin' with the killas 

You fuckin' with the motherfuckin' realist niggas 

You fuckin' with some killas 

You fuckin' with the motherfukin' realist niggas 

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!) 

Y'all pussy-ass niggas ain't hard, 

Stomp that ass out like a million man march 

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

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, I'm a show you how a real nigga act 

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Hey! 3 hard motherfuckas 

3 hard motherfuckas 

3 hard motherfucka 

They ain't scarred of shit 

Now let me tell you motherfuckas who you fuckin' with 

You fuckin' with some killas 

You fuckin' with the motherfuckin' realist niggas 

You fuckin' with some killas 

You fuckin' with the motherfuckin' realist niggas 

It's 3, The hard way 

Black Lambo, No passengers 

Black Ski mask, Chain Saw Massacre 

Kill fast with the Ak-four 7 

(Blacka) Yellow Tape the intersection 

Loaded clips, Lock 'em in 

Got a black four five 

Call it Pac's revenge 

I'm a motherfuckin' animal 

Lil Jon be canibal 

Every nigga in Atlanta Know 

I'm psycho insane about my cash, they should re-open alcatraz 

And sentenced with a life without rehabilitation 

Fuck Governor Schwarzenegger 

It's my statement 

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

Please let Oprah know that I won't ever stop sayin' bitch and hoe 

Hey! 3 hard motherfuckas 

3 hard motherfuckas 

3 hard motherfucka' 

They ain't scarred of shit 

Now let me tell you motherfuckas who you fuckin' with 

You fuckin' with some killas 

You fuckin' with the motherfuckin' realist niggas 

You fuckin' with some killas you fuckin' with the motherfuckin' realist niggas 

Dirty motherfuckas tryin' a clean hip-hop, 

But it don't stop, like L.A grid Lock 

If you get popped, your shit will stop 

Clostamy bags, for all these fags, 

I don't wanna hear that shit 

Hu' Heff's a prince, magic jaun 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 jelous of the hood fellas, 

Hot dogs make alota relish 

Remember a world without 

Hip-hop, Lord used to believe these bitch cops 

Hey! 3 hard motherfuckas 

3 hard motherfuckas 

3 hard motherfucka 

They ain't scarred of shit 

Now let me tell you motherfuckas who you fuckin' with 

You fuckin' with some killas 

You fuckin' with the motherfuckin' realist niggas 

You fuckin' with some killas 

You fuckin' with the motherfuckin' realist niggas