U Can't Resist

Uh, what's happenin? What

Uptown, New Orleans in this bitch with VA, you understand?

With this hot girl, Missy

Fuckin' with these Uptown Guerillas, you dig?

If it don't make dollars, it don't make sense

Do yo' thing girl



Y'all don't wanna gimme my props?

I'ma have to lick two shots on my glock

Pop-pop the enemy 'till he drop

Make his whole body go hibbie-to-the-hop



Well I won't stop 'till I get up to the top

Gotta blow any other state off the block

And I got a whole lotta chedda in my pock's

You better gimme gimme five mics, gimme props



Say you sick of my clique and my shit

'Cause I got a whole lotta hits and no tricks

Just a bass line, few snares, few kicks

Make the whole industry wanna go and bit



I say, "You sit, we sit, I sit"

While I go shit on a mix like this

Say, "You spit, I spit, we spit"

But you can't fuck with a nigga like this

Check me out



Hatin' on us but ya can't resist

If you come hard, better come legit

We gon' talk shit 'cause we confident

If you think not, then you bound to sit



Hatin' on us but ya can't resist

If you come hard, better come legit

We gon' talk shit 'cause we confident

We gon' show you so you best believe



Y'all don't wanna put me on front

On the front page, all the shit I don' done?

Now you wanna fuck around and grade my shit?

Let's talk about the million niggas who bit



It's only one Timothy from the V

And the whole industry goin' beep-beep

Now I gotta go change up my beats

So another nigga won't duplicate me



Yeah, I got styles, got shows, videos

And my shows, it grows, it grows

And I sing, I flow, I blows

And I know y'all niggas know



When I come swift with the one-two kick

If ya got a blunt, got a light, got it lit

Yeah, don't stop, won't stop, won't quit

And I made 1.6 admit, check me out



Hatin' on us but ya can't resist

If you come hard, better come legit

We gon' talk shit 'cause we confident

If you think not, then you bound to sit



Hatin' on us but ya can't resist

If you come hard, better come legit

We gon' talk shit 'cause we confident

We gon' show you so you best believe



I'm that nigga that tote them AK's

B.G. is what they call me

I be in them project hallways

Beef with me, you gon' be sorry



Me and my niggas'll shut yo' block down

We got K's so, put them glocks down

You scared to come outside

Them Hot Boys got you on lock-down



This nigga here from C M B

Roll with a clique about 20 deep

'Cause I made a mill', it don't mean

I ain't gonna keep it real with my peeps



All I have is thugs in my clique

All my nigga's, they come off the street

Now all of a sudden hoe's on my dick

'Cause I'm on B E T and M T V



It ain't no secret, this nigga be project

Getting paid, that's what's my object

Ain't none of you nigga's gon' stop this

'Cause I'm 'bout makin' a profit



I'm all about getting it locked, dog

Don't wanna be on the block, yo

'Cause bitches be makin' them tye calls

While I be makin' drop offs



Mannie Fresh, he hooked me up too

To the playa hater's I say, "Fuck you"

You needs to worry 'bout you

Instead of what to not do



Juvenile don' hooked up with Missy

Bitches gon' hate me, bitches gon' dis me

Alota you nigga's gon' miss me

I'ma be here, you gon' be history



Hatin' on us but ya can't resist

If you come hard, better come legit

We gon' talk shit 'cause we confident

If you think not, then you bound to sit



Hatin' on us but ya can't resist

If you come hard, better come legit

We gon' talk shit 'cause we confident

We gon' show you so you best believe



Hatin' on us but ya can't resist

If you come hard, better come legit

We gon' talk shit 'cause we confident

If you think not, then you bound to sit



Hatin' on us but ya can't resist

If you come hard, better come legit

We gon' talk shit 'cause we confident

We gon' show you so you best believe



If you come hard, better come legit

(Say what? Oh, ah huh)

If you come hard, better come legit

(Oh, uh)

We gon' show you, so you best believe



What, uh

What, what

What, what

What, what

What



Um hmm, Hot boys

It's all gravy

Missy

Timbaland

We out



Gimme that

Gimme that

Oh, gimme that

Gimme that



Gimme that, gimme that

Gimme that

Gimme that, gimme that

Oh, yeah