Yeah
Yeah
Okay
Okay mother***ker
Y'all know who it is
Who is it?

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

Kiss name known, matter fact, Kiss name blown
And *****es always wanna hit me like I just came home
But I still put the tools in ya mouth
And *****s 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 starvin'
So to get the money right we put the deisel on the benches
'Down Bottom', feel like the ol' days
***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
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 puffin' crippie, then this Georgia [Incomprehensible]
Listen, I'm the wrong ***** to style with
And my mother***kin' problem to reconcile with, ***** what?

We knockin' heads off
(Yeah)
We knockin' heads off
(Yeah)
We knockin' heads off
Mother***kin' heads off
(Yeah)

We knockin' heads off
(Yeah)
We knockin' heads off
(Yeah)
We knockin' heads off
Mother***kin' heads off
(Yeah)

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

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

***** *****s lay it down
Me and my *****s finna clown
***** *****s lay it down
Me and my *****s finna clown

We throw our ***kin' click up
We give a ***k if you don't like us
We throw our ***kin' click up
We give a ***k if you don't like us

Don't like them *****s
Can't stand that *****
Don't like them *****s
Can't stand that *****

We'll shut your club down
If y'all *****s wanna clown
We'll shut your club down
***** say something now

We knockin' heads off
(Yeah)
We knockin' heads off
(Yeah)
We knockin' heads off
Mother***kin' heads off
(Yeah)

We knockin' heads off
(Yeah)
We knockin' heads off
(Yeah)
We knockin' heads off
Mother***kin' heads off
(Yeah)

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

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

What? What?
Y'all know when the beat breakdown and ****
What's up? What's up?
It's time to get mother***kin' buck wild in this *****
*****, *****

Now this what I want y'all *****s to do
What's up?
All the real *****s and ladies out there
Okay
Y'all need to repeat after me, right now

I ain't scared of no *****, I ain't scared of no *****
I ain't scared of nobody in ya mother***kin' click
I ain't scared of no *****, I ain't scared of no *****
I ain't scared of nobody in ya mother***kin' click

Man ***k that ****, ***** ***k that ****
Man ***k that ****, ***** ***k that ****
Man ***k that ****, ***** ***k that ****
Man ***k that ****, ***** ***k that ****

We knockin' heads off
(Yeah)
We knockin' heads off
(Yeah)
We knockin' heads off
Mother***kin' heads off
(Yeah)

We knockin' heads off
(Yeah)
We knockin' heads off
(Yeah)
We knockin' heads off
Mother***kin' heads off
(Yeah)

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

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

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

I'm Holiday Styles, where the ***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 *****
My gun is armed and my bullets like a finger *****

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 ***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 spark a lot

Hustlin' with family, partyin' with murderers
D-Block and everything, **** you probably heard of us
Yeah, I'm a Ryder *****, you ain't got a gun
Or a mother***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? Mother***ker