(feat. Too $hort, Chyna Whyte)    [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]