Hey Hey Hey, 3 hard mutha fuckas, 3 hard mutha fuckas, 3 hard Mutha fucka That ain't scared of shit Now let me tell you mutha fuckas who you fuckin with You fuckin with the killas You fuckin with the mutha fuckin realist niggas You fuckin with some killas You fuckin with the mutha fukin realist niggas
[Lil Jon:] I wish a mutha fucker 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 shot gun hand on the pump, finga on the trigga Ready to dump Blow a mutha fucker 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. Mutha fuckers outta line Gettin laid down flat, I'm a show you how a real nigga act
[Chorus:] Hey! 3 hard mutha fuckas 3 hard mutha fuckas 3 hard mutha fucka They ain't scarred of shit Now let me tell you mutha fuckas who you fuckin With You fuckin with some killas You fuckin with the mutha fuckin realist niggas You fuckin with some killas You fuckin with the mutha fuckin realist niggas
[The Game:] It's 3, the hard way Black Lambo, no passengers Black Ski mask, Chain Saw Massacre Cube pass me the AK-47. (BLACKOUT!) yellow tape the intersection Loaded clips, lock 'em in Got a black .45 Call it Pac's revenge I'm a mutha fuckin' animal Lil Jon be canibal Every nigga in Atlanta know I'm psycho insane about my cash, niggas we re-open Alcatraz. And sentance with a life without rehabillitaion Fuck Governor Schwarzenegger Nigga, it's my statment 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 hoe.
[Chorus:] Hey! 3 hard mutha fuckas 3 hard mutha fuckas 3 hard mutha fucka They ain't scarred of shit Now let me tell you mutha fuckas who you fuckin with You fuckin with some killas You fuckin with the mutha fuckin realist niggas You Fuckin with some killas you fuckin with the mutha fuckin realist niggas
[Ice Cube:] Dirty Mutha fuckas tryina 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
[Chorus:] Hey! 3 hard mutha fuckas 3 hard mutha fuckas 3 hard mutha fucka They ain't scarred of shit Now let me tell you mutha fuckas who you fuckin with You fuckin with some killas You fuckin with the mutha fuckin realist niggas You fuckin with some killas You fuckin with the mutha fuckin realist niggasTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
