[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
  Got damn it motherfucker, get cho' hands up
  Well get cho' hands up, get cho' hands up
  Got damn it motherfucker, get cho' hands up
  Well throw yo click up, throw yo click up
  Got damn it motherfucker, throw yo click up
  Throw yo click up, throw yo click up
  Got damn it motherfucker, 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 the whole block, that's what this here we bout
  Niggas livin lawless, niggas labeled hardest
  Gonna see who's life is shortest
  Regardless this whole world to me is garbage
  Tryin' to reap my harvest
  I'm starvin' less than a life of ballin'
  Yet 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 King Nine bloodlines
  With P-9's and semi-autos, ain't guaranteed tomorrow
  Name all I borrow
  I represent the slums, ate the crumbs
  Now I'm reachin' for a new height
  Nothin' but love and we grew tight
  Played and renew sight
  Hustlin' for food tight
  Who the dopest on the planet BITCH, Chyna Whyte
  
  [Hook]