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U Can't Resist (Featuring Juvenile & 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 guerillas, you dig?

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

Do yo' thing girlWhy'all don't want to 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 want to 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 out1 - 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 sitHatin' 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 itWhy'all don't want to put me on front

On the front page, all the shit I don' done?

Now you want to fuck around and grade my shit?

Let's talk about the million niggas who bitIt'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 meYeah I got styles, got shows, videos

And my shows, it grows, it grows

And I sing, I flow, I blows

And I know why'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 outRepeat 1I'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 twenty 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 MTVIt 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 want to 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 historyRepeat 1 twiceIf 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 believeWhat, 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

Songwriters

ELLIOTT, MELISSA A/GRAY, TERUIS/DORSEY, CLARENCEPublished by

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