Uh, whats 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 dont make dollars, it dont make sense
Do yo thing girl
Yall dont wanna gimme my props?
Imma 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 wont 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 pocks
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 cant fuck with a nigga like this
Check me out
- Hatin on us but ya cant 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 cant resist
If you come hard, better come legit
We gon talk shit cause we confident
We gon show you so you best believe it
Yall dont wanna put me on front
On the front page, all the shit I don done?
Now you wanna fuck around and grade my shit?
Lets talk about the million niggas who bit
Its only one Timothy from the V.
And the whole industry goin beep-beep
Now I gotta go change up my beats
So another nigga wont 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 yall niggas know
When I come swift with the one-two kick
If ya got a blunt, got a light, got it lit
Yeah, dont stop, wont stop, wont quit
And I made 1.6 admit, check me out
Im that nigga that tote them AKs
B.G. is what they call me
I be in them project hallways
Beef with me, you gon be sorry
Me and my niggasll shut yo block down
We got Ks 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 dont mean
I aint gonna keep it real with 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 Im on BET and MTV
It aint no secret, this nigga be project
Getting paid, thats whats my object
Aint none of you niggas gon stop this
Cause Im bout makin a profit
Im all about getting it locked, dog
Dont 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 haters 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 niggas gon miss me
Imma be here, you gon be history
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
What, uh
What, what
What, what
What, what
What, what
Um hmm, Hot boys
Its 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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