U Can't Resist (feat. Juvenile & B.G.)

Uh, what's happening? 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 cheddar in my pock's
 You better gimme, gimme five mic's, 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 done 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 CMB
 Roll with a clique about 20 deep
 'Cause I made a mill', it don't mean
 I ain't gon' 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 BET 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 done hooked up with Missy
 Bitches gon' hate me, bitches gon' diss me
 A lot of 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
 Hatin' on us, but ya can't resist
 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
 Uh, mhm, Hot boys
 It's all gravy, hmm
 Missy, Timbaland
 We out
 Gimme that
 Gimme that
 Uh, gimme that
 Gimme that, uh
 Gimme that, gimme that
 Gimme that
 Gimme that, gimme that
 Ooh, yeah