(feat. Eastside Boyz, Ludacris, Too $hort)    [Big Kap]  Ay yo check this out, supreme figga nigga Big Kap  Rockin' with Lil' Jon, Eastside Boyz, Chyna Whyte (Ludacris nigga), $hort Dogg  (Ay tell them niggaz what's up though)  If you scared, get the fuck out the club nigga    [Hook]  Bia Bia (Get 'em up, get 'em up)  Why you actin' like a - like a (Push 'em off, push 'em off)  Bia Bia (Get 'em up, get 'em up)  Why you fussin' like a - like a (Push 'em off, push 'em off)  Bia Bia (Get 'em up, get 'em up)  Why you lookin' like a - like a (Push 'em off, push 'em off)  Bia Bia (Get 'me up, get 'em up)  Why you frontin' like a - like a (Push 'em off, push 'em off)  [REPEAT]    [Verse 1]  Well get 'em up (Get 'em up)  Put 'em up (Put 'em up)  Stop actin' like a bitch and get yo hands up  Well get 'em up (Get 'em up)  Put 'em up (Put 'em up)  Stop actin' like a bitch and get yo hands up  Well where you from nigga (Where you from)  Where you from nigga (Where you from)  God dammit motherfucka where you from (Where you from)  Well where you from nigga (Where you from)  Where you from nigga (Where you from)  God dammit motherfucka where you from (Where you from)  Well represent yo shit - represent yo shit  Say fuck that clique - say fuck that clique  Represent yo shit - represent yo shit  Say fuck that clique - say fuck that clique  Well you scared (You scared)  You scared (You scared)  Stop actin' like a bitch you scared (You scared)  You scared (You scared)  You scared (You scared)  Stop actin' like a bitch you scared (You scared)    [Hook]    [Chyna Whyte]  Chyna Whyte don't suck no dicks or lick no nuts  Bitch I hit licks and flip bricks  Every two hours switch whips to keep the peoples off me  What you know about that No Doze and coffee  No sleep, I 'm lookin' 40  With three bricks in a 740  Bitch I ain't got time to party  I'm breakin' bread with Dominican niggaz  Over a hot Benigan's dinner  Thinkin' how I'ma cop the 6 at the beginnin' of winter  Chrome it out and then fit it with timber, that's wood grain  What you ain't know, this a hood thang  All my thugs let ya wood swang  Bitches make ya ass clap  I'm takin' all y'all ASCAP and BMI  Catch me drivin' DUI  Look cause I don't give a fuck nigga I'm livin' or die  Who on this track fuckin' with me, y'all is willin' to try  Chyna Whyte the thug bitch with no feelin's inside  Motherfucka    [Hook]    [Ludacris]  Well pour out the Henn and Coke and fire up that dro'  It's Ludacris off Old National and Godby Road  The block is sold  Clear then I shot the globe  I clock the hoes, lock do's and drop the bows  I rock the shows  Pop, lock, and knock yo nose  You Bia Bia, I grab my .44 and mob the flo'  I mop and glow  The Feds tryin' to stop my dough  They claim they caught me at the docks with a flock of snow  I bring the pain  Cock back and swing the thang  Yo girl mad cause she told me don't even bring the thang  And then I told her - I said it's cool, get at me  And then my voice got raaasty  Cause I was smokin' on some Cali and my eyes were dazed  I was in the zone, coulda thrown up them tre's  And if you lost, Lil' Jon's got some Eastside ways  So stop actin' like a Bia if yo ass ain't blaze    [Hook]    [Too $hort]  Bitch niggaz in the house tell me what's up  A nigga slapped you in the mouth and told you shut up  Somebody holler get 'em and now you just a victim  Shorty tried to stick 'em, told the pit bull to sick 'em  I know he wanna run but he can't he assed out  Punched him in his chin and then he passed out  Woke up with his pockets turned inside-out  Always hit them weak motherfuckaz right in they mouth  You better stay out the way and act like you ain't havin' shit  Cause niggaz will run up in yo ass like you a nasty bitch  You little bitch, that's what the callin' you  You'd be a damn fool to act like you ballin' dude  Mindin' yo business, they grabbed you by yo collar  You feel like Marvin Gaye cause they make you wanna holler  But since you can't run, you might as well fight  Quit actin' like a bitch and live a real life  You just a   Bia Bia