Heads Off (My n*ggas) lyrics

by

Lil Jon


(Big Sam)
Aight, motherf*ckers

(Lil' Jon)
b*tch n*ggas run and hide!
(Ha, Yeah) I'm doing this for my n*ggas!
(n*ggA!)

(Big Sam)
C'mon, C'mon
C'mon, C'mon
Lil' Jon, C'mon, C'mon

(Lil' Jon)
M.O.P MOTHERf*ckERS!
Lil' Jon, Eastside Boyz b*tch!

(Chorus) x2
(M.O.P (Lil' Jon))
(My n*gga!)
You send em will bend em
(My n*gga!)
You Call em will sprawl em
(My n*gga!)
You cut em will bust em
(My n*gga!)
Take them n*ggas heads off!
(Billy Danze)
All day n*gga, Broadway
Your man Bill Danze back on the highway
9-5 way, do or die way
Since were all gangstaed up we gonna do it my way
Homicide way, grown wit a metal fist
(BK!) Home of the chrome deader list
(Oh Yeah!) Willie Dynamite drop bombs
Now who wanna conflict wit the conflict

(Lil' Jon)
We don't give a f*ck you actin like a b*tch motherf*cker!
Get some nuts and be a man motherf*cker!
pus*y ass n*ggas get f*cked motherf*cker!
And you's a chicken n*gga gettin plucked motherf*cker!
Droppin dimes snitchin on your whole (was sup) Eastside
Cause n*gga you soft like macaroni!
You don't wanna see a n*gga pull the nine!
Cause you did the crime, now it's payback time!

(Chorus)

(Lil' Fame)
You's a check one, two turn my mic up n*gga
I'm a semi-automatic load the pipe up n*gga
B-Ville crime boss, I'll knock your top off
Get ya moms, it be a hell of a story for John Walsh
BIA BIATCH! Look n*gga look into to this
What a ridiculous, conspicuous, son of a b*tchuous
Lil Fame's a rude bast*rd; I left my manners at home
You f*cked up when you left your hammers at home
(Big Sam)
We gonna kick in the door and get buck my n*gga
Slice your ass up like a piece of meat my n*gga
Ride ya 'round the town in the f*ckin trunk my n*gga
'Fore we dump your b*tch ass in the creek my n*gga
Or we might duck tape your ass to the toilet n*gga
Then turn the iron on high and burn it n*gga
Die at da door and your ass probably highly fryin n*gga
And your tombstone will read, "Here lies a b*tch n*gga"

(Chorus)

(Billy Danze)
Ride or die n*gga, first fam
Me and mind n*ggas, will still stand
I come thru this b*tch, with two CLIPS
Full of blue TIPS to show them who I am
Stop doin sucka sh*t, watch who you f*ckin wit
Still put it down in the town on some other sh*t
(Not that undercover sh*t), that's not me
I bring grips and raise hell for M.O.P

(Lil Fame)
What the f*ck (f*ck) y'all (y'all) n*ggas (huh) want with
Famster (Famster!) Gangster (Gangster!)
We can send your whole platoon
Behind these men loom
Lil Fame & Bill Danze, Siamese twins
Who probably wanna be like (boy)
M.O.P (twins) and Lil' Jon & The Eastside Boyz
Go ahead lie n*gga, hope you try n*gga
But you gonna die n*gga, f*ckin wit live n*ggas
MY n*ggA!
(Chorus)

(Lil' Jon)
We bout to shut this motherf*cker down real quick!
I got my motherf*cking Brownsville n*ggas wit me!
New York in this b*tch, ATL in this motherf*cker!
Dirty South let's ride on it!

(Lil' Jon & The Eastside Boyz)
There they go my n*gga let's get em!
There they go my n*gga let's get em!
If you thought sh*t was over my n*gga we never sleep!
If you thought sh*t was over my n*gga we never sleep!
We gonna sneak a motherf*cker like n*ggas on the creep!
We gonna sneak a motherf*cker like n*ggas on the creep!
Like that goddammit y'all n*ggas get got!
Like that goddammit y'all n*ggas get got!
We gonna break a n*gga down like keys on the block!
We gonna break a n*gga down like keys on the block!

(Chorus)

(Billy Danze)
My God
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