Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Killas, artist - Lil Jon. Album song Crunk Rock, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 31.12.2009
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Universal Music
Song language: English
Killas |
| Ice Cube! |
| Game! |
| You fuckin' with some killas |
| You fuckin' with the motherfuckin' realist niggas |
| You fuckin' with some killas |
| You fuckin' with the motherfuckin' 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) |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| You fuckin' with some killas |
| You fuckin' with the motherfuckin' realist niggas |
| You fuckin' with some killas |
| You fuckin' with the motherfuckin' realist niggas |
| We run A-Town, we run LA |
| Now get down on your motherfuckin' belly |
| Before this AK make you do a ballet |
| It’s the nut cracker, I’m the linebacker |
| Three motherfuckers, hard as concrete |
| Y’all motherfuckers soft as Gandhi |
| Pull that thing out, now you a zombie |
| you know where I be |
| West side rolling, all day, everyday |
| Got your bitch open, you’re fucking with heavyweights |
| Like my space |
| And stay the fuck outta my face |
| Ghostwriters I’m on ya' |
| From Atlanta, Georgia to California |
| This shit can’t go no longer |
| And when I catch ya, I’m a-don ya |
| You fuckin' with some killas |
| You fuckin' with the motherfuckin' realist niggas |
| You fuckin' with some killas |
| You fuckin' with the motherfuckin' realist niggas |