[Intro: Big Kap]Ayo, check this out, supreme figure nigga Big KapRockin with Lil' Jon, Eastside Boyz, Chyna Whyte (Ludacris, nigga) $hort Dog (Ayy, tell them niggas what's up though)If you scared, get the fuck out the club, nigga[Chorus: Lil' Jon & Big Kap]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 'em up, get 'em up), why you frontin' like a- like a- (Push 'em off, push 'em off)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 'em up, get 'em up), why you frontin' like a- like a- (Push 'em off, push 'em off)[Verse 1: Lil' Jon]Well get 'em up (Get 'em up), put 'em up (Put 'em up)Stop actin' like a bitch and get yo' hands upWell get 'em up (Get 'em up), put 'em up (Put 'em up)Stop actin' like a bitch and get yo' hands upWell where you from, nigga? (Where you from?), where you from, nigga? (Where you from?)Goddamn it, motherfucker, where you from? (Where you from?)Well where you from, nigga? (Where you from?), where you from, nigga? (Where you from?)Goddamn it, motherfucker, where you from? (Where you from?)Well, represent yo' shit, represent yo' shitSay "Fuck that clique", say "Fuck that clique"Represent yo' shit, represent yo' shitSay "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)[Chorus: Lil' Jon & Big Kap]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 'em up, get 'em up), why you frontin' like a- like a- (Push 'em off, push 'em off)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 'em up, get 'em up), why you frontin' like a- like a- (Push 'em off, push 'em off)[Verse 2: Chyna Whyte]Chyna Whyte don't suck no dicks or lick no nutsBitch, I hit licks and flip bricksEvery two hours switch whips to keep the peoples off meWhat you know about that No-Doz and coffee?No sleep, I'm lookin' forty with three bricks in a seven-fortyBitch, I ain't got time to partyI'm breakin' bread with Dominican niggasOver a hot Bennigan's dinnerThinkin' how I'ma cop the six at the beginnin' of winterChrome it out and then fit it with timber, that's wood grainWhat you ain't know, this a hood thangAll my thugs let your wood swang, bitches, make your ass clapI'm takin' all y'all ASCAP and BMICatch me drivin' DUILook, cause I don't give a fuck, nigga I'm livin' to dieWho on this track fuckin' with me? Y'all is willin' to tryChyna Whyte the thug bitch with no feelings inside, motherfucker[Chorus: Lil' Jon & Big Kap]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 'em up, get 'em up), why you frontin' like a- like a- (Push 'em off, push 'em off)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 'em up, get 'em up), why you frontin' like a- like a- (Push 'em off, push 'em off)[Verse 3: Ludacris]Well, pour out the Henn' and Coke and fire up that dro'It's Ludacris off Old National and Godby RoadThe block is sold, "Clear!", then I shocked the globeI clock the hoes, lock do's and drop the 'bowsI rock the shows, pop lock and knock your noseYou bia' bia', I grab my .44 and mop the floorI Mop & Glo', the feds tryin' to stop my doughThey claim they caught me at the docks with a flock of snowI bring the pain, cock back, and swing the thangYour 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" (Huh)And then my voice got raspyCause I was smokin' on some Cali' and my eyes was dazedI was in the zone, could've thrown up them tre'sAnd if you lost, Lil' Jon's got some Eastside waysSo stop actin' like a bia' if your ass ain't blaze[Chorus: Lil' Jon & Big Kap]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 'em up, get 'em up), why you frontin' like a- like a- (Push 'em off, push 'em off)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 'em up, get 'em up), why you frontin' like a- like a- (Push 'em off, push 'em off)[Verse 4: Too $hort]Bitch niggas 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 victimShorty tried to stick 'em, told the pitbull to sic 'emI know he wanna run, but he can't, he assed outPunched him in his chin and then he passed outWoke up with his pockets turned inside-outAlways hit them weak motherfuckers right in they mouthYou better stay out the way and act like you ain't havin' shit'Cause niggas will run up in yo' ass like you a nasty bitchYou little biatch, that's what they callin' youYou'd be a damn fool to act like you ballin', dudeMindin' yo business, they grabbed you by yo collarYou feel like Marvin Gaye, 'cause they make you wanna hollerBut since you can't run, you might as well fightQuit actin' like a bitch and live a real lifeYou just a bia' bia'!
