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[Baby] 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 [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] - 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 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

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