Aiyyo check this out, supreme figga nigga Big Kap

Rockin with Lil' Jon, Eastside Boyz, Chyna Whyte

(Ludacris nigga) $hort Dog (Ay tell them niggaz what's up though)

If you scared, get the fuck out the club nigga!





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)





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 motherfucker where you from (Where you from)

Well where you from nigga (Where you from)

Where you from nigga (Where you from)

God dammit motherfucker 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)









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-Doz 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 Bennigan'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 to  die

Who on this track fuckin with me, y'all is willin' to try

Chyna Whyte the thug bitch with no feelings inside, motherfucker









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 shocked 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 mop the flo'

I +Mop & Glo'+; 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 raaaassspy

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









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'!"