(feat. Jadakiss, Styles)    [Lil' Jon]  Come on, yeah OK  Motherfucker, y'all know who it is  Lil' Jon, them motherfuckin' East Side Booooyz  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 wanna 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    [Hook]  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 wanna go nigga  Let's go ho  You wanna go nigga  Let's go ho  You wanna go nigga  Let's go ho  You wanna 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    [Hook]    [Lil' Jon]  Whaaaat....Whaaaaat  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    [Hook]    [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