Uh, what's happening? 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, 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 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 cheddar in my pock's You better gimme, gimme five mic's, 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 can't fuck with 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 If you think not, then you bound to sit Hatin' 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 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 We gon' talk shit 'cause we confident If you think not, then you bound to sit Hatin' 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 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 Boys got you on lock-down This nigga here from CMB Roll with a clique about 20 deep 'Cause I made a mill', it don't mean I ain't gon' 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 M.T.V It 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 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 hater's, 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' diss me A lot of you nigga's gon' miss me I'ma be here, you gon' be history 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 sit Hatin' 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 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 sit Hatin' 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 Hatin' on us, but ya can't resist 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 Uh, mhm, Hot boys It's all gravy, hmm Missy, Timbaland We out Gimme that Gimme that Uh, gimme that Gimme that, uh Gimme that, gimme that Gimme that Gimme that, gimme that Ooh, yeah

Resist the temptation This song go out to the Underground Railroad... Digital Underground... Resist the temptation of the beast You slip and loose your grip and forever fall asleep The venom is contagious, be wary of it's spell What you thought would be heaven, turns out to be hell I wonder if she knows, the devil's taking off her clothes Deep into her soul, slow, now he's in control Poppa's doing worse, a victim of his deadly curse Wouldn't be the first, to leave the ghetto in a hearse Oh and how it hurts, the children pay the biggest price Never get the chance, to grow up with a happy life Blame it on the rock, but we know that's a bunch of crap Someone from the top, supplying us with plenty crack Keep 'em in a daze, don't let them see the other way Let 'em all get paid, won't live to see another day See they never got a breath of the sunshine Now the kid's addicted and only hit it one time We're destined to be dead as a nation Don't let it come to this, resist the temptation From, pyramid top to, bottom of bowl From, whips and lock your fist and afro We, dug too deep to give up this gold Don't beat boy, and you won't be sold Running on empty, you ain't gon' go Running on empty, lead you to nowhere We fact, nobody can lie So: RE, SIST, THE, TEMPTATION Gamble for your soul with the devil You wonder how low, can you go, before you finally reach the lowest level As everybody sit and stares There's no use looking in your eyes 'cause there isn't anybody there And though it may make you wanna cry Got you stealing from your family and you don't even know why I guess you think they'll understand You feel cold, 'cause you sold your soul to the dopeman Oh now there's no turning back, in fact I's decided, that would live and die for the crack You got no friends cause you cheated 'em all Feel lonely, low, defeated and small No one was there when I took the wrong path And nobody'd care if I died in a blood bath But is this my destiny?

Putting flowers into guns This is not the summer of love Throwing tea into the sea Indigenous apology Only if We resist It's a storm Without end Where's the lighthouse? Where's a friend? Come to think It can't last Only if We resist Free market and labour rights Women's vote and hunger strikes War is over in Times Square Please don't say that nobody cares Standing up to those who sell fear With a polite insistence to hear Only if We resist It's a storm Without end Where's the lighthouse? Where's a friend? Come to think It can't last Only if We resist Only if We resist It's a storm A storm without end Where's the lighthouse? Where's a friend? Come to think It can't last Only if We resist