B.G. - U Can't Resist lyrics

[Intro: Baby] Uh, what's happenin? What Uptown, New Orleans in this b**h with VA, you understand? With this hot girl, Missy f**in with these Uptown Guerillas, you dig? If it don't make dollars, it don't make sense Do yo' thing girl [Verse 1: 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 Better gimmie giimme five mics, gimme props Say you sick of my clique and my sh** Cause I got a whole lotta hits and no tricks Just a ba** line, few snares, few kicks Make the whole industry wanna go and bit I say you sit, we sit, I sit While I go sh** on a mix like this Say you spit, I spit, we spit But you can't f** with a n***a like this Check me out [Hook] Hatin' on us but ya can't resist If you come hard, better come legit We gon' talk sh** cause we confident If you think not, then you bound to sit [Verse 2: Missy] Y'all don't wanna put me on front On the front page, all the sh** I don' done? Now you wanna f** around and grade my sh**? Let's talk about the million n***as 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 n***a 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 n***as 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 [Hook] [Verse 3: B.G.] I'm that n***a 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 n***as'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 n***a 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 n***a's, they come off the street Now all of a sudden ho's on my dick Cause I'm on BET and MTV [Verse 4: Juvenile] It ain't no secret, this n***a be project Getting paid, that's what's my object Ain't none of you n***a'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 b**hes be makin' them cop calls While I be makin' drop offs Mannie Fresh, he hooked me up too To the playa hater's I say, f** you You needs to worry 'bout you Instead of what Tanut Juvenile don' hooked up with Missy b**hes gon' hate me, b**hes gon' dis me Alota you n***a's gon' miss me I'mma be here, you gon' be history [Hook] 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 [Outro: 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