C'mon! Elephant Man! (It's gonna be a massacre) Lil Jon! 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