Sampled from the theme song to the movie, Requiem for a Dream. Sample is ‘Summer Overture’ composed by Clint Mansell.[Intro: Lil Jon, Pastor Troy, Lil Bo & Big Sam] Let's go, let's go Yeahhhh! (yo, yo) Lil Jon and the motherfuckin' East Side Boyz (Ayo), ok, (ayo), Pastor Troy (come on) Yeah! (D-S-G-B, come on), we represent for everybody, everybody All the real niggas in America (come on) Where you at or where the fuck you from (come on) We represent for y'all (come on), who (come on), we represent for G-A, (throw it up), Naptown, (throw it up) Tennessee, (throw it up), St. Louis, (throw it up) J-Ville, (throw it up), Mississippi, (throw it up) Alabama, (throw it up), V-A, (throw it up) Detroit, (throw it up), D-C, (throw it up) Dallas, Texas, (throw it up), the Carolinas, (throw it up) Houston niggas, (throw it up), Louisianna, (throw it up) The Bay niggas, (throw it up), let's go [Chorus: Lil Jon and the Eastside Boyz] Throw it up motherfucker, throw it up Throw it up motherfucker, throw it up Throw it up motherfucker, throw it up Throw it up (where you from), throw it up If you scared to throw it up get the fuck out the club If you scared to throw it up get the fuck out the club If you scared to throw it up get the fuck out the club If you scared to throw it up get the fuck out the club [Verse 1: Lil Jon & the Eastside Boyz] Back up bitch, get the fuck out my way Hey, move the fuck back bitch, move the fuck back Back up bitch, get the fuck out my way Hey, move the fuck back bitch, move the fuck back What you looking at nigga, what you looking at nigga Not me or my click, we too trill my nigga What you looking at nigga, what you looking at nigga Not me or my click, we too trill my nigga We too deep off in this bitch, we too deep off in this bitch It's more of us than it is in the club stupid bitch We too deep off in this bitch, we too deep off in this bitch It's more of us than it is in the club stupid bitch Y'all niggas over there, y'all niggas ain't shit Y'all hoes over there, y'all hoes ain't shit We run this, what, we run this, what We run this, what, we run this, what [Chorus: Lil Jon and the Eastside Boyz] Throw it up motherfucker, throw it up Throw it up motherfucker, throw it up Throw it up motherfucker, throw it up Throw it up (where you from), throw it up If you scared to throw it up get the fuck out the club If you scared to throw it up get the fuck out the club If you scared to throw it up get the fuck out the club If you scared to throw it up get the fuck out the club [Verse 2: Pastor Troy] The last nigga is the Pastor Ready to blast ya You know (come on), I don't play no motherfucking games D-S-G-B, you know the name Wood grain in the motherfucking Dooley truck Got the black and red seats with the Georgie tuft And I got my helmet hanging out the window Ready to bust the head of a fucking pretender Nigga as soon as I enter you know I'm making noise Pastor Troy and the East Side Boyz A-K bustin', I ride the whole clip I cock that ho and let it motherfucking rip To sank ship is what I live for Fuck him (haha), fuck her (come on) I'm representing, put some more Yak in my mug (come on) So I can throw it up [Chorus: Lil Jon and the Eastside Boyz] Throw it up motherfucker, throw it up Throw it up motherfucker, throw it up Throw it up motherfucker, throw it up Throw it up (where you from), throw it up If you scared to throw it up get the fuck out the club If you scared to throw it up get the fuck out the club If you scared to throw it up get the fuck out the club If you scared to throw it up get the fuck out the club [Interlude: Lil Jon] Yeah, ok, ok, hold the fuck up, hold the fuck up, yeah I'm looking round this bitch, aha I see a lot of niggas ain't throwin' up shit, what Y'all niggas must be scared to represent your shit, you scared You must be scared nigga, you scared Fuck that shit, fuck it All my real niggas, what's up, that's proud of they hood, yeah All my real ladies, yeah, that's proud of they hood, yeah And they ain't never been scared, yeah Say this shit, yeah [Bridge: Lil Jon and the Eastside Boyz] Bitch I ain't scared, bitch I ain't scared Bitch I ain't scared, I ain't scared motherfucker Bitch I ain't scared, bitch I ain't scared Bitch I ain't scared, I ain't scared motherfucker Bitch I ain't scared, bitch I ain't scared Bitch I ain't scared, I ain't scared motherfucker Bitch I ain't scared, bitch I ain't scared Bitch I ain't scared, I ain't scared motherfucker [Verse 3: Young Buck] Born in the dirty dirty, stop and they still spinnin' They tried to hit me like 50 but bitch I'm still livin' Flinch and I get ya hit, do it like them Georgia boys The A-K with the rubber grip, it's something they ain't seen before Look Jon I think they scared, let's bring them down south And show 'em how the Chevy's look and how our hoes bounce Shorty don't want no trouble, shorty don't wanna fight But let him keep talkin' I bet ya shorty gon' die tonight I planned on gettin' put out the club before I came My hood down for whatever, we all ride with them thangs Breakin' bottles across niggas heads, fuck what a hater said Them gangstas don't live long as the ones that ain't breakin' bread I tried to keep it up, just quit and let my man's get it Don't see no bricks but I still got my hands in it CashVille Ten-A-key, I told y'all I'm a blow it up G-Unit soldier, my nigga, now come and throw it up [Chorus: Lil Jon and the Eastside Boyz] Throw it up motherfucker, throw it up Throw it up motherfucker, throw it up Throw it up motherfucker, throw it up Throw it up (where you from), throw it up If you scared to throw it up get the fuck out the club If you scared to throw it up get the fuck out the club If you scared to throw it up get the fuck out the club If you scared to throw it up get the fuck out the club