Knockin Heads Off

Yeah (yeah) OK (ok) motherf**ker (motherf**ker)

Y'all know who it is (who is it )

Lil' Jon them motherf**kin' East Side Booooyz (yeah yeah)

I got my ni**a Jadakiss with me too (D-Block live son)

We gon' do this for all the real motherf**kin' niggas

(Uh uh uh uh yo)

Holla at them niggas J come on

Yeah Kiss name known matter fact Kiss name blown

And b**ches 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

This is evil in the trenches and everybody starvin'

So to get the money right we put the deisel on the benches

"Down Bottom" feel like the ol' days

F**kin' 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' crippie then this Georgia fine

Listen I'm the wrong ni**a to style with

My motherf**kin' problem to reconcile with

Ni**a what

We knockin' heads off yeah

We knockin' heads off yeah

We knockin' heads off motherf**kin' heads off yeah

We knockin' heads off yeah

We knockin' heads off yeah

We knockin' heads off motherf**kin' heads off yeah

You wanna go ni**a

Let's go ho

You wanna go ni**a

Let's go ho

You wanna go ni**a

Let's go ho

You wanna go ni**a

Let's go ho

What what what what what

P**sy niggas lay it down

Me and my niggas fixin' clown

P**sy niggas lay it down

Me and my niggas fixin' clown

We throw our f**kin' click up

We give a f**k if you don't like us

We throw our f**kin' click up

We give a f**k if you don't like us

Don't like them niggas

Can't stand that b**ch

Don't like them niggas

Can't stand that b**ch

We'll shut the club down

If y'all niggas wanna clown

We'll shut the club down

B**ch say something now

We knockin' heads off yeah

We knockin' heads off yeah

We knockin' heads off motherf**kin' heads off yeah

We knockin' heads off yeah

We knockin' heads off yeah

We knockin' heads off motherf**kin' heads off yeah

You wanna go ni**a

Let's go ho

You wanna go ni**a

Let's go ho

You wanna go ni**a

Let's go ho

Whaaaat Whaaaaat

Y'all know when the beat breakdown and sh*t

What's up what's up

It's time to get motherf**kin' buck wild in this biiiitch

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 ni**a I ain't scared of no b**ch

I ain't scared of nobody in ya motherf**kin' click

I ain't scared of no ni**a I ain't scared of no b**ch

I ain't scared of nobody in ya motherf**kin' click

Man f**k that sh*t ni**a f**k that sh*t man

Man f**k that sh*t ni**a f**k that sh*t man

Man f**k that sh*t ni**a f**k that sh*t man

Man f**k that sh*t ni**a f**k that sh*t

We knockin' heads off yeah

We knockin' heads off yeah

We knockin' heads off motherf**kin' heads off yeah

We knockin' heads off yeah

We knockin' heads off yeah

We knockin' heads off motherf**kin' heads off yeah

You wanna go ni**a

Let's go ho

You wanna go ni**a

Let's go ho

You wanna go ni**a

Let's go ho

What what what what what

Yeah BME ho we up out this b**ch

Ruff Ryders ho what's up

I gotta let my ni**a tell you his name

I'm Holiday Styles where the f**k 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 ni**a

My gun is armed and my bullets like a finger ni**a

Call up Lil' Jon and them East Side Boyz

All I need is a lil' bomb and them East Side toys

You can catch me in the Dirty South I got a dirty mouth

Sittin' on the roof with the f**kin' 30-30's out

I told you I'm a menace y'all

I got enough guns to fill up the Lennox Mall

In the front parking lot coke still movin' good

Guns still sparke a lot

Hustlin' with family partyin' with murderers

D-Block and everything sh*t you probably heard of us

Yeah I'm a Ryder ni**a you ain't got a gun

Or a motherf**kin' knife you ain't even gon' try us

I'll leave you with a hole daddy

And for the fact that I'm in the Dirty South

I'll be bouncin' in the old Caddy

What - motherf**ker