Knockin’ Heads Up

[Intro]
We ready
(Yea) We ready
I'm bombin' on you muhfuckas, we on ya ass nigga
We ready (ha ha) we ready
Like AT&T, I reach out and touch ya (Ay I like this shit right here though man)
It's nuttin' to me nigga
I'm from the hood nigga
Talk that shit bitch
I'll FUCK you up you lil light, motherfucker

[Verse]
Look I run up on you niggas with a baseball bat
Give me a couple good licks and make ya face all fat
Or I could stab you in the ribs with my pocket knife
I'm like a Pitbull nigga 'cause I lock and bite
Don't put ya hand in my face 'cause I keep cannons on waist
And the niggas I roll with won't hesitate to clear out the place, boom
I hit chu with that calico, it make you fall off
Ten minutes later now we pullin' up to y'all house
Don't play around, 'cause we gon' make you lay it down
Give me all your all work, pull out the scale and weigh it now
And DJ's when you get my wax you better play it now
'Cause y'all know how long Lil' Flip been puttin' it down, ay
I got beef with a nigga that weigh eighty pounds
He wear my bracelet in the pool, that nigga probably drown
Talkin' that shit like you wanna go toe to toe
E'ybody already know yo ass a hoe

[Chorus]
We knockin' heads off, nigga, knockin' heads off, nigga
In my hood we hustle hard and pay the feds off, nigga
You don't want us to knock off your head
You don't want us to knock off your head
We knockin' heads off, nigga, knockin' heads off, nigga
In my hood we pay the feds off, nigga
You don't want us to knock off your head
You don't want us to knock off your head

[Verse]
Even on my days off I'm still foldin' up my cash and if y'all niggas don't like you can blow it out cha ass
I'm in the club ev'y night with my hat low (hat low)
I got my shirt tucked just to let my gat show (oh)
The south side in this bitch and we gon' tear it up (tear it up)
And get tipsy all night until I had enough
The chicks in V.I.P. you know they gettin' it on (gettin' it on)
And they down to do whatever until six in morn (oh boy)
I got'chu bouncin' to this beat now (beat now)
Oh you ain't heard this young nigga from Houston on his feet now (yea)
My price is gettin' kinda steep now (why?)
I'm not your regular rapper, I'm 'bout to put out [?]
'Cause blood thicker than water, plus I'm dickin' ya daughter
She like the way I get down that's why she holla when I hit town
Now that's pimpin' to the third degree 'cause I'ma international player, you heard of me, oh boy