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    Lil Jon / Lyrics

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    "Knockin Heads Off" Lyrics

    Lil Jon feat. Jadakiss and Styles P

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    [Lil' Jon]
    Come on, yeah OK
    Motherfucker, y'all know who it is
    Lil' Jon, them motherfuckin' East Side Boyz
    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

    [Jadakiss]
    Yeah, 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
    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
    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' crippie, then this Georgia fine
    Listen, I'm the wrong nigga to style with
    My motherfuckin' problem to reconcile with
    Nigga what

    [Chorus]
    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
    You want to go nigga
    Let's go ho
    What, what, what, what, what

    [Lil' Jon]
    We lettin' it go nigga
    Let's go ho
    We lettin' it go nigga
    Let's go ho
    We lettin' it go nigga
    Let's go ho
    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

    [Chorus]

    [Lil' Jon]
    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 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 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
    Man fuck that shit nigga, fuck that shit man
    Man fuck that shit nigga, fuck that shit man
    Man fuck that shit nigga, fuck that shit

    [Chorus]

    [Lil' Jon]
    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

    [Styles]
    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 them 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 sparke 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
    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
    This song was submitted on November 18th, 2013 and last modified on November 24th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Roba Music.
    Written by Sammie Norris, James Phillips, Jason Phillips, Jason T Phillips, Donnell Prince, Jonathan H Smith, David Styles.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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