U Can't Resist
Intro:
What's happenin'?
Uptown New Orleans in this bitch
We VA'n
Ya understand?
Wit this hot girl Missy
Fuckin' wit these uptown gorillas, you dig
If it don't make dollars, it don't make sense
Do your thang girl
Verse 1:
Ya'll don't want to give me my props
I'ma have to lick two shots out my glock
Pop-pop the enemy 'til they drop
Make his whole body go hippy-to-the-hop
Well I won't stop 'til I get up to the top
Gotta blow any other state off the map
An' I gotta whole lotta cheddar in my pock's
You better give me five mics, give me props
Say you sick of my click and my shit
'Cause I got a whole lotta hits an' no tricks
Just a bass line, few snares few kicks
Make the whole industry wanna go an' 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
Betcha can't fuck with a nigga like this
Check me out
Chorus:
Ain't no nuts, but you can't resist
If you come hard, better come legit
We gonna talk shit 'cause we confident
If you think not, then you bound to sit
Ain't no nuts, but you can't resist
If you come hard, better come legit
We gonna talk shit 'cause we confident
We gonna show you so you best believe it
Verse 2:
Ya'll don't wanna put me on the front
On the front page, all the shit I done done
Now you want to fuck around an' grade my shit
Let's talk about the million niggas who bit
It's only one Timothy from the V
And the whole industry going beep-beep
Now I gotta go change up my beats
So another nigga won't duplicate me
Yeah, I got style, got shows, videos
An' my shows, it grows, it grows
An' I sing, I flow, I blows
And I know ya'll niggas know
When I come swift with the one-two kick
If you got a blunt, gotta light, got it lit
Yeah, don't stop, won't stop, won't quit
An' I made 1.6 an' bitch
Check me out
Chorus
Verse 3:
(BG)
I'm that nigga that tote them AK's
BG is what they call me
I be in them project hallways
Beef wit me you gonna be sorry
Me and my niggas'a shut your block down
We got K's so put them glocks down
You scared to come outside
Them hot boyz got you on lock down
This nigga here from CMB
Roll with a click about twenty deep
'Cause I made a mil don't mean
I ain't gonna keep it real wit my peeps
All I have is thugs in my click
All my niggas, they come off the street
Now all of a sudden hoes on my dick
'Cause I'm on BET and MTV
(Juvenile)
It ain't no secret this nigga be project
Gettin' paid that's what's my object
Ain't none of you niggas gonna stop this
'Cause I'm about making a profit
I'm all about gettin' it lock dog
Don't wanna be on the block ya'll
'Cause bitches be making them tye calls
While I be making drop-offs
Mannie Fresh, he hooked me up too
To the playa haters, I say fuck you
You needs to worry about you
Instead of what tinut do
Juvenile done hooked up with Missy
Bitches gonna hate me
Bitches gonna dis me
A lot of you niggas gonna miss me
I'ma be here, you gon' be history
Chorus(twice)
If you come hard, better come legit
If you come hard, better come legit
We gonna show you so you best believe it