[Baby]
Uh, whatīs 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 donīt make dollars, it donīt make sense
Do yoī thing girl
[Missy]
Yīall donīt wanna gimme my props?
Iīmma have to lick two shots on my glock
Pop-pop the enemy ītill he drop
Make his whole body go hibbie-to-the-hop
Well I wonīt stop ītill I get up to the top
Gotta blow any other state off the block
And I got a whole lotta chedda in my pockīs
You better gimmie giimme five mics, gimme props
Say you sick of my clique and my shit
īCause 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 canīt fuck with a nigga like this
Check me out
[1] - Hatinī on us but ya canīt resist
If you come hard, better come legit
We gonī talk shit īcause we confident
If you think not, then you bound to sit
Hatinī on us but ya canīt resist
If you come hard, better come legit
We gonī talk shit īcause we confident
We gonī show you so you best believe it
[Missy]
Yīall donīt wanna put me on front
On the front page, all the shit I donī done?
Now you wanna fuck around and grade my shit?
Letīs talk about the million niggas who bit
Itīs only one Timothy from the V.
And the whole industry goinī beep-beep
Now I gotta go change up my beats
So another nigga wonīt 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 yīall niggas know
When I come swift with the one-two kick
If ya got a blunt, got a light, got it lit
Yeah, donīt stop, wonīt stop, wonīt quit
And I made 1.6 admit, check me out
[Repeat 1]
[B.G.]
Iīm that nigga that tote them AKīs
B.G. is what they call me
I be in them project hallways
Beef with me, you gonī be sorry
Me and my niggasīll shut yoī block down
We got Kīs 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 millī, it donīt mean
I ainīt gonna keep it real with my peeps
All I have is thugs in my clique
All my niggaīs, they come off the street
Now all of a sudden hoeīs on my dick
Cause Iīm on BET and MTV
[Juvenile]
It ainīt no secret, this nigga be project
Getting paid, thatīs whatīs my object
Ainīt none of you niggaīs gonī stop this
Cause Iīm ībout makinī a profit
Iīm all about getting it locked, dog
Donīt wanna be on the block, yo
Cause bitches be makinī them tye calls
While I be makinī drop offs
Mannie Fresh, he hooked me up too
To the playa haterīs I say, fuck you
You needs to worry ībout you
Instead of what to not do
Juvenile donī hooked up with Missy
Bitches gonī hate me, bitches gonī dis me
Alota you niggaīs gonī miss me
Iīmma be here, you gonī 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 gonī show you, so you best believe
[Timbaland]
What, uh
What, what
What, what
What, what
What, what
Um hmm, Hot boys
Itīs 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