Killas

Kaboom!

Elephant Man (It's gonna be a massacre)

Lil Jon (Murder di bwoy)

Ice Cube (Get the K)

Game (Dem think we a play)

Kill off them bumboclaat

A weh di pussyclaat do dem

And when dem run off of the earth

We still a look fi dem

It's gonna be a massacre

Anywhere we see dem

The word bomboclaat

Full clip, we ago give dem

Fi know

You fuckin' with some killas (Bullets)

You fuckin' with the motherfuckin' realest niggas

You fuckin' with some killas (Killas)

You fuckin' with the motherfuckin' realest niggas

I wish a motherfucker would say somethin'

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 the .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 shotgun, hand on the pump

Finger on the trigger, 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 packin' my gat

Strap on my vest, put on my hat

Motherfuckers outta line gettin' laid down flat

I'ma show you how a real nigga act

Kill off them bumboclaat

A weh di pussyclaat do dem

And when dem run off of the earth

We still a look fi dem

It's gonna be a massacre

Anywhere we see dem

The word bomboclaat

Full clip, we ago give dem

Fi know

You fuckin' with some killas (Bullets)

You fuckin' with the motherfuckin' realest niggas

You fuckin' with some killas

You fuckin' with the motherfuckin' realest niggas

It's three the hard way, black Lambo, no passengers

Black ski mask, chainsaw massacre

Cube, pass me the AK-47 (Boom)

Blacka! Yellow tape the intersection

Load the 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 to life without rehabilitation

Fuck Governor Schwarzenegger, here's my statement

Dear Mr. President, Barack Obama

Right after you catch Osama

Tell Mr. Waso, please let Oprah know (Bombaclaat!)

That I won't ever stop sayin' "bitch" and "ho"

Kill off them bumboclaat

A weh di pussyclaat do dem

And when dem run off of the earth

We still a look fi dem

It's gonna be a massacre

Anywhere we see dem

The word bomboclaat

Full clip, we ago give dem

Fi know

You fuckin' with some killas (Bullets)

You fuckin' with the motherfuckin' realest niggas

You fuckin' with some killas

You fuckin' with the motherfuckin' realest niggas

We run A-Town, we run L.A. (True)

Now get down on your motherfuckin' belly

Before this AK make you do a ballet

It's the nutcracker, I'm the linebacker

Three motherfuckers hard as concrete

Y'all motherfuckers soft as Gandhi

Pull that thang out, now you a zombie

On Van Wyck, you know where I be

Westside rollin', all day every day

Got your bitch open, you're fuckin' with heavyweights

Lightweights stay on MySpace

And stay the fuck out of 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'ma dome ya

Kill off them bumboclaat

A weh di pussyclaat do dem

And when dem run off of the earth

We still a look fi dem

It's gonna be a massacre

Anywhere we see dem

The word bomboclaat

Full clip, we ago give dem

Fi know

You fuckin' with some killas (Bullets)

You fuckin' with the motherfuckin' realest niggas

You fuckin' with some killas

You fuckin' with the motherfuckin' realest niggas