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
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