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Styles P – Knockin Heads Off lyrics
Yeah, yeah
Ok ok
Motherfucker, y'all know who it is
Lil' Jon, the motherfuckin' East Side Boyz, yeah
I got my nigga Jadakiss with me too (D-Block, live son)
We gon' do this for all the real motherfuckin' niggas (Uh uh uh uh yo)
Holla at them niggas J, come on
Kiss name known, matter fact, Kiss name blown
And bitches always want to 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 deisel 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 MAC 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 pine
Listen, I'm the wrong nigga to style with
From a 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 want to go nigga
Let's go ho
You want to go nigga
Let's go ho
You want to go nigga
Let's go ho
What, what, what, what, what
Pussy, niggas, lay it, down
Me and my, niggas, finna, clap
Pussy, niggas, lay it, down
Me and my, niggas, finna clap
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 want to go nigga
Let's go ho
You want to go nigga
Let's go ho
You want to go nigga
Let's go ho
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
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 want to go nigga
Let's go ho
You want to go nigga
Let's go ho
You want to go nigga
Let's go ho
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 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
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 side East Side toys
You can catch me in the Dirty South, 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 got enough guns to fill up the Lennox Mall
In the front parking lot, coke still movin' good
Guns still spark a lot
Hustlin' with family, partyin' 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 motherfuckin' 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 bouncin' in the old Caddy
What, motherfucker
Ok ok
Motherfucker, y'all know who it is
Lil' Jon, the motherfuckin' East Side Boyz, yeah
I got my nigga Jadakiss with me too (D-Block, live son)
We gon' do this for all the real motherfuckin' niggas (Uh uh uh uh yo)
Holla at them niggas J, come on
Kiss name known, matter fact, Kiss name blown
And bitches always want to 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 deisel 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 MAC 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 pine
Listen, I'm the wrong nigga to style with
From a 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 want to go nigga
Let's go ho
You want to go nigga
Let's go ho
You want to go nigga
Let's go ho
What, what, what, what, what
Pussy, niggas, lay it, down
Me and my, niggas, finna, clap
Pussy, niggas, lay it, down
Me and my, niggas, finna clap
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 want to go nigga
Let's go ho
You want to go nigga
Let's go ho
You want to go nigga
Let's go ho
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
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 want to go nigga
Let's go ho
You want to go nigga
Let's go ho
You want to go nigga
Let's go ho
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 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
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 side East Side toys
You can catch me in the Dirty South, 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 got enough guns to fill up the Lennox Mall
In the front parking lot, coke still movin' good
Guns still spark a lot
Hustlin' with family, partyin' 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 motherfuckin' 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 bouncin' in the old Caddy
What, motherfucker
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