In regards to the meaning of this song:
Before a live performance on the EP Five Stories Falling, Geoff states “It’s about the last time I went to visit my grandmother in Columbus, and I saw that she was dying and it was the last time I was going to see her. It is about realizing how young you are, but how quickly you can go.”
That’s the thing about Geoff and his sublime poetry, you think it’s about one thing, but really it’s about something entirely different. But the lyrics are still universal and omnipresent, ubiquitous, even. So relatable. That’s one thing I love about this band. I also love their live performances, raw energy and Geoff’s beautiful, imperfectly perfect vocals. His voice soothes my aching soul.
Hey hey hey, 3 hard motherfuckas, 3 hard motherfuckas, 3 hard motherfucka
That ain't scared of shit
Now let me tell you motherfuckas who you fuckin' with
You fuckin' with the killas
You fuckin' with the motherfuckin' realist niggas
You fuckin' with some killas
You fuckin' with the motherfukin' 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!)
Y'all 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 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, I'm a show you how a real nigga act
[Chorus]
Hey! 3 hard motherfuckas
3 hard motherfuckas
3 hard motherfucka
They ain't scarred of shit
Now let me tell you motherfuckas who you fuckin' with
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
Kill fast with the Ak-four 7
(Blacka) Yellow Tape the intersection
Loaded clips, Lock 'em in
Got a black four five
Call it Pac's revenge
I'm a motherfuckin' animal
Lil Jon be canibal
Every nigga in Atlanta Know
I'm psycho insane about my cash, they should re-open alcatraz
And sentenced with a life without rehabilitation
Fuck Governor Schwarzenegger
It's my statement
Dear Mr. President Barack Obama, Righ after you catch Osama, Tell Mr. Waso
Please let Oprah know that I won't ever stop sayin' bitch and hoe
Hey! 3 hard motherfuckas
3 hard motherfuckas
3 hard motherfucka'
They ain't scarred of shit
Now let me tell you motherfuckas who you fuckin' with
You fuckin' with some killas
You fuckin' with the motherfuckin' realist niggas
You fuckin' with some killas you fuckin' with the motherfuckin' realist niggas
Dirty motherfuckas tryin' a 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
Hey! 3 hard motherfuckas
3 hard motherfuckas
3 hard motherfucka
They ain't scarred of shit
Now let me tell you motherfuckas who you fuckin' with
You fuckin' with some killas
You fuckin' with the motherfuckin' realist niggas
You fuckin' with some killas
You fuckin' with the motherfuckin' realist niggas
That ain't scared of shit
Now let me tell you motherfuckas who you fuckin' with
You fuckin' with the killas
You fuckin' with the motherfuckin' realist niggas
You fuckin' with some killas
You fuckin' with the motherfukin' 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!)
Y'all 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 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, I'm a show you how a real nigga act
[Chorus]
Hey! 3 hard motherfuckas
3 hard motherfuckas
3 hard motherfucka
They ain't scarred of shit
Now let me tell you motherfuckas who you fuckin' with
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
Kill fast with the Ak-four 7
(Blacka) Yellow Tape the intersection
Loaded clips, Lock 'em in
Got a black four five
Call it Pac's revenge
I'm a motherfuckin' animal
Lil Jon be canibal
Every nigga in Atlanta Know
I'm psycho insane about my cash, they should re-open alcatraz
And sentenced with a life without rehabilitation
Fuck Governor Schwarzenegger
It's my statement
Dear Mr. President Barack Obama, Righ after you catch Osama, Tell Mr. Waso
Please let Oprah know that I won't ever stop sayin' bitch and hoe
Hey! 3 hard motherfuckas
3 hard motherfuckas
3 hard motherfucka'
They ain't scarred of shit
Now let me tell you motherfuckas who you fuckin' with
You fuckin' with some killas
You fuckin' with the motherfuckin' realist niggas
You fuckin' with some killas you fuckin' with the motherfuckin' realist niggas
Dirty motherfuckas tryin' a 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
Hey! 3 hard motherfuckas
3 hard motherfuckas
3 hard motherfucka
They ain't scarred of shit
Now let me tell you motherfuckas who you fuckin' with
You fuckin' with some killas
You fuckin' with the motherfuckin' realist niggas
You fuckin' with some killas
You fuckin' with the motherfuckin' realist niggas
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