This Ni**a Here-Lil Jon

[Too $hort] One time it's by Lil' Jon and the Eastside Boyz Who we talkin to man, who we talkin to Any ni**a that act like a wha (b**ch) Any any b**ch that act like a muthaf**kin (b**ch) Any p**sy ni**a that's a muthaf**kin (b**ch) I send this sh*t out to all y'all man F**k y'all p**sy-a** niggaz Playin there for the mothaf**kin Okay, this how we put this sh*t down for y'all [CHORUS] We run this [x4] You ain't f**kin wit me [x4] Start a riot in this [x7] Aw get the f**k out this [Lil Jon] You be actin like a b**ch So we treat you like a b**ch You be actin like a b**ch So we treat you like a b**ch We beat you like a b**ch Kick your a** like a b**ch We take your f**kin sh*t And leave you stuck like a b**ch You wearin panties like a b**ch Yo p**sy like a b**ch You sound like a b**ch You talkin like a b**ch You cryin like a b**ch You whinin like a b**ch I hate you f**kin b**ch We'll kill you b**ch [Too $hort] So back up on me in this b**ch Or get f**ked up in this b**ch My niggaz real in this b**ch Sit your wig in this b**ch Crack your head in this b**ch Beat your a** is this b**ch So keep poppin let your mouth And get f**ked up like a b**ch Smack you up like a b**ch Stomp you out like a b**ch Slap your head like Beat you down like a b**ch Take your money like a b**ch On your knees like a b**ch We don't like you f**kin b**ch We'll kill you like a b**ch [CHORUS] [Chyna White] Ain't no hoes f**kin with this b**ch I put years in this sh*t Shed tears for sh*t B**ch I'm real with this sh*t (don't push me) 'Cause ain't no f**kin thang bout me p**sy Except this rare sh*t that drip from me I get money in my hood b**ch ain't nuttin funny (not funny) But a faggot ni**a in nut huggers and big hoots We toss over who got juice Who livin a lie (lie) Who speakin a true, who get that loot You get on that mic with that b******t b**ch (boitch) Then it's all on you Hangin rap label (rap label) I ain't dealin with favorites Homie f**ks with niggaz that do business up under the table That mad shout You hoes can't make it in the game Unless your titties and your a** out Now f**k wit me So I can show you who already ballin in this b**ch Turnin from sweet to sour in this b**ch Like zero to 60 m.p.h. It's a thin line between love and hate And f**k the world 'Cause i ain't here to stay (b**ch) [CHORUS] [Lil Jon] Hey check this out right (wazzup) All y'all club managers (uh huh) and club owners (yeah) It's bout to get real ugly in your mothaf**kin club right now (f**ked up in that b**ch) I'm gonna tell ya like this (what's up) Get your mothaf**kin security ready (f**k em) Yo I think some sh*t bout to go down ni**a (what goin down ni**a) It's about Lil Jon (uh huh), Eastside Boyz Yo check this sh*t out Lemme see you get crunk Lemme see you get bunk Lemme see you tear that mothaf**kin club on up Lemme see you get crunk Lemme see you get bunk Lemme see you tear that mothaf**kin club on up Man f**k them motherf**kin p**sy-a** niggaz Man f**k them motherf**kin p**sy-a** niggaz Man f**k them motherf**kin p**sy-a** niggaz Man f**k them motherf**kin p**sy-a** niggaz [CHORUS] [Too $hort] Told ya once lil b**ch Said it twice lil b**ch Hang around us niggaz all night And you'll get your lil a** whooped b**ch For actin like a b**ch Backslap ya like a b**ch While ya snappin a flick (biotch) It's $hort dog I ain't wit nowhere Still spittin real game for all the pimps and the playaz And you b**ches Don't try to front foo' If you don't leave soon them niggaz bout to jump you You just a bitchbitch