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1. _ Cut Up
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2. _ Yeah!
Peace up, A-Town down
Yeah, ok! Lil' Jon
[Chorus]
Yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah
I'm in the club with my homies, tryna get a lil' v-I,
Keep it down on the low key, cause you know how it feels.
I said shawty she was checkin' up on me,
From the game she was spittin' my ear you'd think that she knew me.
So we decided to chill
Conversation got heavy,
She had me feelin' like she's ready to blow (watch out oh, watch out)
She saying come get me, come get me,
So I got up and followed her to the floor,
She said baby lets go, when I told her I said
Yeah (yeah) shawty got down an' said come and get me
Yeah (yeah) I got so caught up I forgot she told me
Yeah (yeah) Her and my girl would be the best of homies
Yeah (yeah) next thing I knew she was all up on me screaming
[Chorus]
Shes all up in my head now,
Got me thinking that it might good idea to take her with me,
Cause she's ready to leave.
Now I gotta keep it real now,
Cause on a one-to-ten she's a certified twenty, and that just ain't me.
Cause I do know if I take that chance just where is it gonna lead,
But what I do know is the way she dance makes shawty alright with me.
The way she getting low!
I'm like yeah, just work that out for me.
She asked for one more dance and I'm
Like yeah, how the hell am I supposed to leave? And I said
Yeah (yeah) shawty got down an' said come and get me
Yeah (yeah) I got so caught up I forgot she told me
Yeah (yeah) Her and my girl would be the best of homies
Yeah (yeah) next thing I knew she was all up on me screaming
[Chorus]
Luda', watch out my outfit's ridiculous,
In the club lookin' so conspicuous.
And rowl! these women all on the prowl,
If you hold the head steady I'm a milk the cow.
Forget about the game I'm a spit the truth,
I won't stop till I get em in they birthday suits.
So gimmie the rhythm and it'll be off with they clothes,
Then bend over to the front and touch your toes.
I left the jag and I took the Rolls,
If they ain't cutting then I put em on foot patrol.
How you like me now,
When my pinky's valued over three hundred thousand,
Lets drank you the one to please,
Ludacris fill cups like double D's.
Me and Ush once more and we leave em dead,
We want a lady in the street but a freak in the bed to say
Yeah (yeah) shawty got down an' said come and get me
Yeah (yeah) I got so caught up I forgot she told me
Yeah (yeah) Her and my girl would be the best of homies
Yeah (yeah) next thing I knew she was all up on me screaming:
[Chorus]
Take that and rewind it back,
Lil' Jon got the beat to make ya booty go (clap)
Take that and rewind it back,
Usher got the voice make ya booty go (clap)
Take that and rewind it back,
Ludacris got the flow make ya booty go (clap)
Take that and rewind it back,
Lil' Jon got the beat make ya booty go (clap)
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3. _ Who U Wit
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4. _ Stop Trippin'
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5. _ Weed and Chopper
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6. _ Bia' Bia 2"
[Hook x2]
Bia Bia, why ya actin' like a - like a
Bia Bia, why ya fussin' like a - like a
Bia Bia, why ya lookin' like a - like a
Bia Bia, why ya frontin' like a - like a
[Lil' Jon]
Well get cho' hands up, get cho' hands up
Stop actin like a bitch and get cho' hands up
Well get cho' hands up, get cho' hands up
Stop actin like a bitch and get cho' hands up
Well throw yo click up, throw yo click up
Stop actin like a bitch and throw yo click up
Throw yo click up, throw yo click up
Stop actin like a bitch and throw yo click up
Well what chu' lookin' at nigga, what chu' lookin' at nigga
What chu' lookin' at nigga, what chu' lookin' at nigga
What chu' lookin' at nigga, what chu' lookin' at nigga
What chu' lookin' at nigga, what chu' lookin' at nigga
Now what chu' wanna do, what chu' wanna do
Got damn it, fuck nigga what chu' wanna do
What chu' wanna do (You scared), what chu' wanna do (You scared)
Well nigga fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you
[Hook x2]
[Too $hort]
Well pour me some Bombay and fire up that bomb
It's about time somebody checked you, you bitch ass punk
I heard you slapped ya woman cause she told ya the truth
Real niggas, bring out the ho in you
Us pimp niggas get a foul ho, we chin check her
All you do is play the role nigga, you just an actor
Won't let a bitch breathe, if she wanted with your's
You just a weak motherfucker, so insecure
How come she can't leave home without gettin' cussed out
Every time you get mad, you say get the fuck out
But I told her, I said it's cool, get at me
Come by the house and get nasty
I spit the real game
I rolled her in my Caddy when she yelled my name
I told her call me daddy
Trick nigga if you tell me you's a playa, you's a lie
Cause you'll never be like Willie Dynamite and Super-Fly
You just a...
[Hook x2]
[Chyna Whyte]
Bump, bump, bump, bump lettin' off shots
Double glock, glock, ch-ch, nigga pop pop
It don't stop in that Dirty South
Burn up this whole block, that's what this be about
Niggas livin lawless, niggas labeled hardest
Gonna see who's life is shortest
Regaurdless this whole world to me is garbage
Tryin' to reap my harvest
I'm starvin' livin a life of ballin'
I'm still tryin' to find my callin'
And make a change, look into my eyes all you see is pain
Look up in the sky all I see is rain, ain't no sunshine
Call me a monkey, but look I got Kay Nine bloodlines
With P-9's and semi-autos, ain't guaranteed tomorrow
Maintain my burrow
I represent the slums, ate the crumbs
Now I'm reachin' for a new height
Nothin' but love and we glued tight
Played and renew sight
Hustlin' for food type
Who the dopest on the planet BITCH, Chyna Whyte
[Hook x2]
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7. _ I Don't Give a F**k
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8. _ Nothins Free
[Oobie]
There's something, that I gotta tell ya'
'Cause I know, that a brother got needs tonight
I ain't trippin' on ya' pimpin' just that this time
'Cause you gotta pay tonight tonight tonight
[Chorus]
I know you wanna get paid tonight
But I'm tryna get paid tonight
We ain't even gotta fuss and fight
Just hit me right, it's on all night
I know you wanna get in bed wit' me
But you gotta come correctly
Nothin' in life is free, especially not me
[Oobie]
I hope you, can feel me
When I say, pay before you play wit' me
Wanna taste this, but it's priceless
It's something that you never done before, I'm not ya ordinary hoe
[Chorus]
[Lil' Jon]
I fell off in the club (shawty)
Not lookin' for love (shawty)
But I'm lookin' for a gul (shawty)
For I could cut (shawty)
Like lil mama in the blue (shawty)
She so got damn cute (shawty)
But she say she need cheese (shawty)
Before she dip wit' me (shawty)
Well let me see (shawty)
What it might be (shawty)
And what's ya' fee (shawty)
For my fantasy (shawty)
Now I ain't rich (shawty)
But I spend a lil bit (shawty)
So who you wit? (shawty)
Let's do this shit (shawty)
[Chorus]
[Oobie]
There's something, that I gotta tell ya'
Before you lay with me tonight
I ain't got no problem
Cause you gotta pay tonight tonight tonight
[Lil' Jon]
What chu' talkin' 'bout? (shawty)
And get cum out cha' mouth (shawty)
Say you want some cash (shawty)
Before I hit that ass (shawty)
I'm not yo' boy (shawty)
I ain't no toy (shawty)
Don't play no games (shawty)
'Cause I ain't lame (shawty)
But foe' my gurl (shawty)
I'll give her the world (shawty)
Ain't no thang (shawty)
To give up that change (shawty)
I ain't rich (shawty)
I spend a lil bit (shawty)
So who you wit? (shawty)
Let's do this shit (shawty)
[Chorus]
[Oobie]
Now I'll be there for you
If you want me to
I'll be by ya' side
If the price is right
Take care of me
And I'll take care of you
Nothing tonight is free
Oh, yeah
I gotta get paid, woo
Now if you want me
Come correctly
Might be something you never done before
I'm not yo' ordinary hoe
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9. _ Get Low
Three, six, nine damn she fine hopin she can sock it to me one mo time
Get low, Get low
Get low, Get low
To the window, to the wall, (to dat wall)
To the sweat drop down my balls (MY BALLS)
To all these bitches crawl (crawl)
To all skeet skeet motherfucker (motherfucker!) all skeet skeet got dam (Got Dam)
To all skeet skeet motherfucker (motherfucker!) all skeet skeet got dam (Got Dam)
Shortie crunk so fresh so clean can she fuck that
Question been harassing me in the mind this bitch is fine
I done came to the club about 50 11 times now can I play with yo
Panty line the club owner said I need to calm down security guard go to sweating
Me now nigga drunk then a motherfucker threaten me now
She getting crunk in the club I mean she work
Then I like to see the female twerking taking the clothes off BUCKEY naked
ATL. Hoe don't disrespect it
Pa pop yo pussy like this cause yin yang twins in this b I itch
Lil Jon and the East side boys wit me and we all like to see Ass and tities
Now bring yo ass over here hoe and let me see you get low if you want this Thug
Now take it to the floor (to the floor) and if yo ass wanta act you can keep yo
Ass where you at
Three, six, nine damn she fine hopin she can sock it to me one mo time
Get low, Get low
Get low, Get low
To the window, to the wall, (to dat wall)
To the sweat drop down my balls (MY BALLS)
To all these bitches crawl (crawl)
To all skeet skeet motherfucker (motherfucker!) all skeet skeet got dam (Got Dam)
To all skeet skeet motherfucker (motherfucker!) all skeet skeet got dam (Got Dam)
Let me see you get low you scared you, scared you
Drop dat ass to the floor you scared you, scared you
Let me see you get low you scared you, scared you
Drop dat ass to the floor you scared you, scared you
Drop dat ass ya shake it fast ya
Pop dat ass to the left and the right ya
Drop dat ass ya shake it fast ya
Pop dat ass to the left and the right ya
Now back,back,back it up
A back,back,back it up
A back,back,back it up
A back,back,back it up
Now stop then wiggle wit it
Now stop then wiggle wit it
Now stop then wiggle wit it
Now stop then wiggle wit it
Three, six, nine damn she fine hopin she can sock it to me one mo time
Get low, Get low
Get low, Get low
To the window, to the wall, (to dat wall)
To the sweat drop down my balls (MY BALLS)
To all these bitches crawl (crawl)
To all skeet skeet motherfucker (motherfucker!) all skeet skeet got dam (Got Dam)
To all skeet skeet motherfucker (motherfucker!) all skeet skeet got dam (Got Dam)
Now give me my doe back and go get ya friend
Stupid bitch standing there while I'm drinking my hen
Steady looking at me Still asking questions
Times up nigga pass me another contestant
Hoe move to the left if you ain't bout 50
Done talk through 3 or 4 songs already
Looking at a nigga with yo palm out bitch I ain't even seen you dance
Twerk something baby work something baby
Pop yo pussy on the pole do yo thang baby
Slide down dat bitch
A little bit then stop
Get back on the floor catch yo balance then drop
Now bring it back up clap yo ass like hands
I just wanna see yo ass dirty dance yin yang we done again
And put it on the map like annnnn
Three, six, nine damn she fine hopin she can sock it to me one mo time
Get low, Get low
Get low, Get low
To the window, to the wall, (to dat wall)
To the sweat drop down my balls (MY BALLS)
To all these bitches crawl (crawl)
To all skeet skeet motherfucker (motherfucker!) all skeet skeet got dam (Got Dam)
To all skeet skeet motherfucker (motherfucker!) all skeet skeet got dam (Got Dam)
Got dam (Got dam) ya ya'll twerking a little bit ladies
But ya got to twerk a little bit harder then dat
Now right now I need all the ladies dat know they look good tonite
(where my sexy ladies) we want ya'll to do this shit like this
Bend over to the front touch toes back dat ass up and down and get low (get low)
Bend over to the front touch toes back dat ass up and down and get low (get low)
Bend over to the front touch toes back dat ass up and down and get low (get low)
Bend over to the front touch toes back dat ass up and down and get low (get low)
Three, six, nine damn she fine hopin she can sock it to me one mo time
Get low, Get low
Get low, Get low
To the window, to the wall, (to dat wall)
To the sweat drip down my balls (MY BALLS)
To all these bitches crawl (crawl)
To all skeet skeet motherfucker (motherfucker!) all skeet skeet got dam (Got Dam)
To all skeet skeet motherfucker (motherfucker!) all skeet skeet got dam (Got Dam)
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10. _ Get Crunk
Once again up in that south from my motherfucking mouth
And creeping up on y'all niggas like a motherfucking mouse
Stepping on these tracks like fags and drag queens
And shitting on you busters like I ate some bake beans
Buster me and me's clicks, always making those hits
We never straight jam with no busters our no tricks
Getting in trouble from the sounds of my trunk
And keeping it crunk, keeping it crunk
[Chorus]
(What, What)
Now drop them bozs' on 'em [Repeats]
Nigga bozs' bout to turn out the show
Crankin' up yo' dance flo' screaming GA hoe
Flipping rhymes and gripping pines with haters looking round
It's time lay it down putting it all up on the line
Ain't no love for haters, smoking doug's potatoes
All these niggas what they made us from them' boz and craters
While lame done dipped out, we gained the flip flop
Underground where we dwell, the hell with hip hop
Southside just reckless, from GA to Texas
And next it's gone be me flexing in a suburban or lexus
But it seem like the bigger I be, mo' figures I see
The mo' hating niggas try me
Big baby trick crazy thinking he bout' to fade me
Better sit and wait in consequences fo' you feel you can play me
From a place called T-town be down in the south
Where them' players throw dem' boz and gold teeth in they mouth
And dump dump if ya' jump jump
The club crunk off the funk that we bump bump and pump pump
Through yo' speaker when it reach ya' now you tweaking like Beaker
All the people out there hype as hell, I guess it Lil' Peter
From T-town to Atlanta all the way to Savannah to Alabama
I be damn a club ain't crunk in this manner
I can't stand a weak buster
For all the freaks, hustla's, to the clothes
Y'all gotta get it crunk and drop dem boz, drop dem boz
[Chorus]
I can't afford bigger, how ya' figga'
That you gone stop me from stacking six figures
Now you hating on me, because my game so tight
And could you be mad because I fucked ya' wife
Well it's true, that's the price nigga check that hoe
I'm from the ATL player, wear that reckland ro'
So stop talking all that shit, and trying to buck
I'm popping off at the mouth, we get cha' fucked up, now what's up
Now ladies are you tired of trick bitches in yo' mix
Acting like they want, to lick on yo' shit
Criticizing, everything that you do
And telling ya' who, and who not to screw
Nasty hoes, that ain't clean and shit
They go around sucking on every dope boys dick
Now is these hoes really yo' friend or yo' foes
You tell me, while ya' drop dem' bozs'
[Chorus]
Now if the club packed y'all from wall to wall
And everybody trying to ball, coz sizing all
Ain't nothing but love in the air, we geeing and macking
Some haters off in there, but at least they ain't macking
You got cha' cup filled up, ya' niggas is crunk
Put cha' hands in the air represent where ya' from
I'm from the GA baby, where freaks is shady
Man it can be so crazy, so we burn trees daily
When the beat a drop, everybody just lock ya' boz and shake dem' hoes
And proceed to rock, from the front to the back
With the blunts and gats, on the hunt for some cat or a fat ass sack
Tear da' roof off the club, show you niggas some love
And fill a swishe up with bud for my g's and thugs
Now dem' haters keep watching, dem' freaks a jockin'
The beats is rockin', so partner want you keep on dropping
For my thugs
[Chorus]
Now right now I want all my hard niggas to follow me, follow me
What
That's how these motherfuckers die, they with the shit talk [Repeats]
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11. _ Bia' Bia' 2
[Hook x2]
Bia Bia, why ya actin' like a - like a
Bia Bia, why ya fussin' like a - like a
Bia Bia, why ya lookin' like a - like a
Bia Bia, why ya frontin' like a - like a
[Lil' Jon]
Well get cho' hands up, get cho' hands up
Stop actin like a bitch and get cho' hands up
Well get cho' hands up, get cho' hands up
Stop actin like a bitch and get cho' hands up
Well throw yo click up, throw yo click up
Stop actin like a bitch and throw yo click up
Throw yo click up, throw yo click up
Stop actin like a bitch and throw yo click up
Well what chu' lookin' at nigga, what chu' lookin' at nigga
What chu' lookin' at nigga, what chu' lookin' at nigga
What chu' lookin' at nigga, what chu' lookin' at nigga
What chu' lookin' at nigga, what chu' lookin' at nigga
Now what chu' wanna do, what chu' wanna do
Got damn it, fuck nigga what chu' wanna do
What chu' wanna do (You scared), what chu' wanna do (You scared)
Well nigga fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you
[Hook x2]
[Too $hort]
Well pour me some Bombay and fire up that bomb
It's about time somebody checked you, you bitch ass punk
I heard you slapped ya woman cause she told ya the truth
Real niggas, bring out the ho in you
Us pimp niggas get a foul ho, we chin check her
All you do is play the role nigga, you just an actor
Won't let a bitch breathe, if she wanted with your's
You just a weak motherfucker, so insecure
How come she can't leave home without gettin' cussed out
Every time you get mad, you say get the fuck out
But I told her, I said it's cool, get at me
Come by the house and get nasty
I spit the real game
I rolled her in my Caddy when she yelled my name
I told her call me daddy
Trick nigga if you tell me you's a playa, you's a lie
Cause you'll never be like Willie Dynamite and Super-Fly
You just a...
[Hook x2]
[Chyna Whyte]
Bump, bump, bump, bump lettin' off shots
Double glock, glock, ch-ch, nigga pop pop
It don't stop in that Dirty South
Burn up this whole block, that's what this be about
Niggas livin lawless, niggas labeled hardest
Gonna see who's life is shortest
Regaurdless this whole world to me is garbage
Tryin' to reap my harvest
I'm starvin' livin a life of ballin'
I'm still tryin' to find my callin'
And make a change, look into my eyes all you see is pain
Look up in the sky all I see is rain, ain't no sunshine
Call me a monkey, but look I got Kay Nine bloodlines
With P-9's and semi-autos, ain't guaranteed tomorrow
Maintain my burrow
I represent the slums, ate the crumbs
Now I'm reachin' for a new height
Nothin' but love and we glued tight
Played and renew sight
Hustlin' for food type
Who the dopest on the planet BITCH, Chyna Whyte
[Hook x2]
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12. _ Weed N Da Chopper
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13. _ Throw it Up
[Chorus]
Throw it up Mother fucker throw it up [Repeat: x4]
If you scared to throw it up get the fuck out the club [Repeat: x4]
[Lil Jon (Eastside Boyz)]
Back up bitch get the fuck out my way [Repeat: x2]
(Aye move the fuck back bitch, Move the fuck back)
What you looking at nigga, what you looking at nigga [Repeat: x2]
(Not me or my click, we too trill my nigga)
We to deep off in this bitch, we too deep off in this bitch [Repeat: x4]
(Its more of us than it is in the club stupid bitch)
Y'all niggas over there (y'all niggas ain't shit)
Y'all hoes over there (y'all hoes ain't shit)
We run this (what)
[Chorus]
[Pastor Troy]
The last nigga is the pastor
Ready to blast ya
You know, I don't play no mother fucking games
DSGB you know the name
Wood grain in the mother fucking Dooley Truck
Got the black and red seats with the Georgia tuft
And I got my helmet hanging out the winda
Ready to bust the head, of a fucking pretender
Nigga as soon as I enter
You know I'm making noise
Pastor Troy and the Eastside Boyz
AK busting I ride the whole clip
I cock that hoe and let it mother fuckin rip
To sank shit is what I live for
Fuck him, Fuck her
I'm representing
Put some more Yak in my mug
So I can throw it up
[Chorus]
[Lil Jon]
Ok ok hold the fuck up hold the fuck up
I'm looking round this bitch
I see a lot of niggas ain't throwin up shit (What)
Ya'll niggas must be scared to represent yo shit (You scared)
You must be scared nigga (Scared)
Fuck that shit
All my real niggas that proud of they hood
All my real ladies that's proud of they hood
And they ain't never been scared
Say this shit
[Repeat: x4]
Bitch I ain't scared
Bitch I ain't scared
Bitch I ain't scared
I ain't scared mother fucker
[Pastor Troy]
I'm goin' represent where I'm from
In the back of the club my Tommy gun
Though when I chill
Fucking burn one
Leave up out the club it's me little Jon
Balling in the Benzes
Switching up lanes
Talking much shit cause we deep in the game cocaine
All white fucking S fucking six
Young ass niggas I guess we filthy rich
My whole click ready to bust some heads
I'ma throw it up bitch and I ain't scared
Pastor Troy mother fucker
You know the routine
Represent for the home team
Throw it up
[Chorus]
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14. _ Stop Trippin’
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15. _ Knockin Heads Off
[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
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