You Can't Resist lyrics

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 dollas, it don't make sense Do yo' thang, girl Y'all don't wanna gimme my props I'ma have to lick two shots on my Glock Pop-pop the enemy till he drop Make his whole body go hippie-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 lot o' cheddah' in my pocks' Better gimmie-gimme five mics, gimme props Say you sick of my clique and my shit 'Cause I got a whole lot o' hits and no tricks? Just a bass line, few snares, few kicks Make the whole industry wanna go and bid 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 wit' a nigga like this Check me out Hatin' on us, but ya can't resist If you come hard, better come legit We gon' talk shit 'cause we confident (say what?) If you think not, then you bound to sit (ooh) Hatin' on us, but ya can't resist (uh-huh) If you come hard, better come legit (uh) We gon' talk shit, 'cause we confident We gon' show you, so you must be lit (uh-huh) Y'all don't wanna put me on front On the front page, all the shit I done 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 Hatin' on us, but ya can't resist If you come hard, better come legit (uh) We gon' talk shit 'cause we confident (say what) If you think not, then you bound to sit (ooh) Hatin' on us, but ya can't resist (uh-huh) If you come hard, better come legit (uh) We gon' talk shit 'cause we confident (uh) We gon' show you, so you must be lit 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 Boyz got you on lockdown This nigga here from CMB Roll wit' a clique about twenty-deep 'Cause I made a mil' It don't mean I ain't gon' keep it real wit' my peeps All I have is thugs in my clique All my niggas, they come off the street Now, all of a sudden, hoes on my dick 'Cause I'm on BET and MTV It ain't no secret, this nigga be project Gettin' paid, that's what's my object Ain't none o' you nigga's gon' stop this 'Cause I'm 'bout makin' a profit I'm all about gettin' it locked, dawg Don't wanna be on the block, yo 'Cause bitches be makin' them cop-calls While I be makin' drop-offs Mannie Fresh, he hooked me up, too To the playa-haters, I say: Fuck you! You needs to worry 'bout you Instead of what to not do Juvenile done hooked-up with Missy Bitches gon' hate me, bitches gon' dis me A lotta you nigga's gon' miss me I'ma be here, you gon' be hist'ry Hatin' on us, but ya can't resist (uh-huh) If you come hard, better come legit (uh) We gon' talk shit 'cause we confident (say what) If you think not, then you bound to sit (ooh) Hatin' on us, but ya can't resist (uh-huh) If you come hard, better come legit (ah) We gon' talk shit 'cause we confident (uh) We gon' show you, so you must be lit Hatin' on us, but ya can't resist (uh-huh) If you come hard, better come legit (uh) We gon' talk shit 'cause we confident (say what) If you think not, then you bound to sit (ooh) Hatin' on us, but ya can't resist (uh-huh) If you come hard, better come legit (ah) We gon' talk shit 'cause we confident (uh) We gon' show you, so you must be lit (uh) (Uh, uh) If you come hard, better come legit (Say what? Ooh, uh-huh, ah) If you come hard, better come legit (Oh, uh) We gon' show you, so you best believe What? Uh What, what? What, what? What, what? What, what? Um, hmm, Hot Boyz It's all gravy Missy, Timbaland We out Gimme dat Gimme dat Oh, gimme dat Gimme dat Gimme dat, gimme dat Gimme dat Gimme dat, gimme dat Oh, yeah