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