[Intro: Lil Jon]
Hey, hey, hey

[Pre-Chorus: Lil Jon]
Three hard motherfuckers
Three hard motherfuckers
Three hard motherfuckers
That ain't scared of shit
Now let me tell you motherfuckers who you fuckin with (Hey, hey)

[Chorus: Lil Jon]
You fuckin' with some killas
You fuckin' with the motherfuckin' realist n***as
You fuckin' with some killas (Killas)
You fuckin' with the motherfuckin' realist n***as (Hey)

[Verse 1: Lil Jon]
I wish a motherfucker would say something
Fuck around and get your goddamn ass whooped
N***a I feel like startin' some shit
And I might just snap the piss, out a pussy ass n***a like you, n***a fuck ya
Take a 45 cross the head gun butt ya (Yeah)
Ya'll pussy-ass n***as 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 n***as 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 n***a act (Hey, hey, hey)
[Pre-Chorus: Lil Jon]
Three hard motherfuckers
Three hard motherfuckers
Three hard motherfuckers
That ain't scared of shit
Now let me tell you motherfuckers who you fuckin with (Hey, hey)

[Chorus: Lil Jon]
You fuckin' with some killas
You fuckin' with the motherfuckin' realist n***as
You fuckin' with some killas
You fuckin' with the motherfuckin' realist n***as

[Verse 2: Game & Lil Jon]
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 n***a 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, n***a 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 (Hey, hey, hey)
[Pre-Chorus: Lil Jon]
Three hard motherfuckers
Three hard motherfuckers
Three hard motherfuckers
That ain't scared of shit
Now let me tell you motherfuckers who you fuckin with (Hey, hey)

[Chorus: Lil Jon]
You fuckin' with some killas
You fuckin' with the motherfuckin' realist n***as
You fuckin' with some killas
You fuckin' with the motherfuckin' realist n***as

[Verse 3: Ice Cube & Lil Jon]
Dirty motherfuckers tryna clean hip-hop
But it don't stop, like L.A grid Lock
If you get popped, your shit will stop
Colostomy bags, for all these fags
I don't wanna hear that shit
Hu Heff's a prince, Magic Juan's a pimp
I learned the word bitch from you, so why can't a n***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 curb
I think they jealous of the hood fellas, hot dogs make a lot a relish
Remember a world without Hip-hop, Lord used to believe these bitch cops (Hey, hey, hey)
[Pre-Chorus: Lil Jon]
Three hard motherfuckers
Three hard motherfuckers
Three hard motherfuckers
That ain't scared of shit
Now let me tell you motherfuckers who you fuckin with (Hey, hey)

[Chorus: Lil Jon]
You fuckin' with some killas
You fuckin' with the motherfuckin' realist n***as
You fuckin' with some killas (killas)
You fuckin' with the motherfuckin' realist n***as