You Can't Resist

[B.G.]

Uh, what's happenin'? (What)

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

With this hot girl, Missy

Fuckin' with these uptown gorillas, you dig?

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

Do your thing girl

[Missy]

Y'all don't wanna gimme my props?

I'mma 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 gimmie giimme 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

1 - Ain't no nutts, 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

Ain't no nutts, 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 it

[Missy]

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

Repeat 1

[B.G.]

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 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 BET and MTV

[Juvenile]

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'mma be here, you gon' be history

Repeat 1

Repeat 1

[Missy]

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

[Timbaland]

What, uh

What, 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