Missy Elliott, Juvenile, B.G. - U 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 dollars, it don't make sense
Do yo' thing girl

Y'all don't wanna gimme my props?
I'mma 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 chedda in my pock's
Better gimmie giimme five mics, gimme props
Say you sick of my clique and my shit
Cause I got a whole lotta hit's 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

Y'all don't wanna put me on front
On the front page, all the shit I don' 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 16 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

I'm that nigga that tote them AK's
BG 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 gonna 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 ho's on my dick
Cause I'm on BET and MTV

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 cop 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 Tanut
Juvenile don' hooked up with Missy
Bitches gon' hate me, bitches gon' dis me
Alota you nigga's gon' miss me
I'mma 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
If you think not, then you bound to sit

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
It's 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