Knockin Heads Off

Yeah, okay (motherfucker)
Y'all know who it is (who is it?)
Lil Jon, them motherfuckin' East Side Boyz (yeah)
I got my nigga Jadakiss with me too (uh, D-Block, live son)
We gon' do this for all the real motherfuckin' niggas
Holla at them niggas J, come on

'Kiss name known, matter fact, 'Kiss name blown
And bitches always wanna hit me like I just came home
But I still put the tools in ya mouth
Niggas know that I'm a monster on the East, but I'm huge in the South
'Cause it's evil in the trenches and everybody starvin'
So to get the money right, we put the diesel on the benches
Down bottom feel like the ol' days
Fuckin' with the corn liquor ridin' around listen to O'Jays

When we loadin' the clip, every slug gotta catch
When you goin' to war, every thug got his match
SS baby, blue Impala with the mack in it
Big gold cup with rhinestones with my pack in it
It's like the jungle but the broads is fine
And if they ain't puffin' cripple, then this Georgia fine
Listen, I'm the wrong nigga to style with
My motherfuckin' problem to reconcile with, nigga, what?

We knockin' heads off (yeah)
We knockin' heads off (yeah)
We knockin' heads off, motherfuckin' heads off (yeah)
We knockin' heads off (yeah)
We knockin' heads off (yeah)
We knockin' heads off, motherfuckin' heads off (yeah)

You wanna go, nigga, let's go, nigga (ok)
You wanna go, nigga, let's go, nigga (ok)
You wanna go, nigga, let's go, nigga (ok)
What? What? What? What? What?

Pussy niggas lay it down
Me and my niggas fixin' clown
Pussy niggas lay it down
Me and my niggas fixin' clown
We throw our fuckin' click up
We give a fuck if you don't like us
We throw our fuckin' click up
We give a fuck if you don't like us

Don't like them niggas, can't stand that bitch
Don't like them niggas, can't stand that bitch
We'll shut the club down if y'all niggas wanna clown
We'll shut the club down, bitch, say something now

We knockin' heads off (yeah)
We knockin' heads off (yeah)
We knockin' heads off, motherfuckin' heads off (yeah)
We knockin' heads off (yeah)
We knockin' heads off (yeah)
We knockin' heads off, motherfuckin' heads off (yeah)

You wanna go, nigga, let's go, nigga (ok)
You wanna go, nigga, let's go, nigga (ok)
You wanna go, nigga, let's go, nigga (ok)
What? What? What? What? What?

What? What?
Y'all know when the beat breakdown and shit
What's up? (What's up?)
It's time to get motherfuckin' buck wild in this bitch (uh-huh)
Now this what I want y'all niggas to do (what's up?)
All the real niggas and ladies out there (ok)
Y'all need to repeat after me
Right now

I ain't scared of no nigga, I ain't scared of no bitch
I ain't scared of nobody in ya motherfuckin' click
I ain't scared of no nigga, I ain't scared of no bitch
I ain't scared of nobody in ya motherfuckin' click
Man, fuck that shit, nigga, fuck that shit
Man, fuck that shit, nigga, fuck that shit
Man, fuck that shit, nigga, fuck that shit
Man, fuck that shit, nigga, fuck that shit

We knockin' heads off (yeah)
We knockin' heads off (yeah)
We knockin' heads off, motherfuckin' heads off (yeah)
We knockin' heads off (yeah)
We knockin' heads off (yeah)
We knockin' heads off, motherfuckin' heads off (yeah)

You wanna go, nigga, let's go, nigga (ok)
You wanna go, nigga, let's go, nigga (ok)
You wanna go, nigga, let's go, nigga (ok)
What? What? What? What? What?

Yeah (BME, ho)
We up out this bitch (Ruff Ryders, ho)
But before we leave (what's up?)
I gotta let my nigga tell you his name

I'm Holiday Styles, where the fuck you thuggin' at? (Where the fuck you thuggin' at?)
I knock off ya head with a Louisville Slugger bat
P'll go to war and ain't never have to bring a nigga (I ain't gotta bring a nigga)
My gun is armed and my bullets like a finger, nigga (yeah)
Call up Lil Jon and them East Side Boyz (y'all heard that)
All I need is a lil' bomb and them East Side toys (that's all I need)
You can catch me in the Dirty South (yeah), I got a dirty mouth
Sittin' on the roof with the fuckin' 30-30's out

I told you I'm a menace, y'all (I'm a menace, y'all)
I got enough guns to fill up the Lennox Mall (Lennox Mall)
In the front parking lot, coke still movin' good
Blunt still sparke a lot
Hustlin' with family (family), partyin' with murderers
D-Block and everything (D-Block), shit you probably heard of us (heard of us)
Yeah, I'm a Ryder nigga, you ain't got a gun
Or a motherfuckin' knife, you ain't even gon' try, nigga (you ain't even gon' try shit)

I'll leave you with a hole daddy (hole)
And for the fact that I'm in the Dirty South (the Dirty South)
I'll be bouncin' in the old Caddy
What? Motherfucker



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Writer(s): Jonathan Smith, Sammie Norris, David Styles, Jason Phillips, Donnell Prince, James Phillips
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