Knocking Heads Off Lyrics

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Yeah
Yeah
Okay
Okay motherfucker
Y'all know who it is
Who is it?

Lil' Jon, them motherfucking East Side Boyz
Yeah, yeah
I got my nigga Jadakiss with me too
(D-Block, live son)
We gon' do this for all the real motherfucking niggas
Holla at them niggas J
C'mon

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
And niggas know that I'm a monster on the East
But I'm huge in the South

'Cause this is evil in the trenches and everybody starving
So to get the money right we put the deisel on the benches
'Down Bottom', feel like the ol' days
Fucking with the corn liquor riding around listen to O'Jays

When we loading the clip every slug gotta catch
When you going to war every thug got his match
S S 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 puffing crippie, then this Georgia [Incomprehensible]
Listen, I'm the wrong nigga to style with
And my motherfucking problem to reconcile with, nigga what?

We knocking heads off
(Yeah)
We knocking heads off
(Yeah)
We knocking heads off
Motherfucking heads off
(Yeah)

We knocking heads off
(Yeah)
We knocking heads off
(Yeah)
We knocking heads off
Motherfucking heads off
(Yeah)

You wanna go nigga
Let's go nigga
(Okay)
You wanna go nigga
Let's go nigga
(Okay)

You wanna go nigga
Let's go nigga
(Okay)
What, what, what, what, what?

Pussy niggas lay it down
Me and my niggas finna clown
Pussy niggas lay it down
Me and my niggas finna clown

We throw our fucking click up
We give a fuck if you don't like us
We throw our fucking 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 your club down
If y'all niggas wanna clown
We'll shut your club down
Bitch say something now

We knocking heads off
(Yeah)
We knocking heads off
(Yeah)
We knocking heads off
Motherfucking heads off
(Yeah)

We knocking heads off
(Yeah)
We knocking heads off
(Yeah)
We knocking heads off
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Motherfucking heads off
(Yeah)

You wanna go nigga
Let's go nigga
(Okay)
You wanna go nigga
Let's go nigga
(Okay)

You wanna go nigga
Let's go nigga
(Okay)
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 motherfucking buck wild in this bitch
Bitch, bitch

Now this what I want y'all niggas to do
What's up?
All the real niggas and ladies out there
Okay
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 motherfucking click
I ain't scared of no nigga, I ain't scared of no bitch
I ain't scared of nobody in ya motherfucking 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 knocking heads off
(Yeah)
We knocking heads off
(Yeah)
We knocking heads off
Motherfucking heads off
(Yeah)

We knocking heads off
(Yeah)
We knocking heads off
(Yeah)
We knocking heads off
Motherfucking heads off
(Yeah)

You wanna go nigga
Let's go nigga
(Okay)
You wanna go nigga
Let's go nigga
(Okay)

You wanna go nigga
Let's go nigga
(Okay)
What, what, what, what, what?

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

I'm Holiday Styles, where the fuck you thugging 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
My gun is armed and my bullets like a finger nigga

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
Sitting on the roof with the fucking 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 moving good, guns still spark a lot

Hustling with family, partying with murderers
D-Block and everything, shit you probably heard of us
Yeah, I'm a Ryder nigga, you ain't got a gun
Or a motherfucking knife, you ain't even gon' try us, nigga

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

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