[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'   Im 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]