(feat. B.G., Juvenile)

[Baby]

Uh, what's happenin? What
Uptown, New Orleans in this (*##$ with VA, you understand?
With this hot girl, Missy

$#&@in with these Uptown Guerillas, you dig?
If it don't make dollars, it don't make sense
Do yo' thing girl


[Missy]
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

You better gimmie giimme five mics, gimme props
Say you sick of my clique and my %#@!
'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 %#@! on a mix like this
Say you spit, I spit, we spit
But you can't $#&@ with a ^!$$% like this

Check me out

[1] - Hatin' on us but ya can't resist

If you come hard, better come legit
We gon' talk %#@! '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 %#@! 'cause we confident
We gon' show you so you best believe it


[Missy]
Y'all don't wanna put me on front
On the front page, all the %#@! I don' done?

Now you wanna $#&@ around and grade my %#@!?
Let's talk about the million ^!$$%s 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 ^!$$% 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 ^!$$%s 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

[Repeat 1]


[B.G.]
I'm that ^!$$% 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 ^!$$%s'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 ^!$$% 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 ^!$$%'s, they come off the street
Now all of a sudden hoe's on my dick
Cause I'm on BET and MTV

[Juvenile]

It ain't no secret, this ^!$$% be project
Getting paid, that's what's my object
Ain't none of you ^!$$%'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 (*##$es 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, $#&@ you

You needs to worry 'bout you
Instead of what to not do
Juvenile don' hooked up with Missy
(*##$es gon' hate me, (*##$es gon' dis me
Alota you ^!$$%'s gon' miss me

I'mma be here, you gon' be history

[Repeat 1]
[Repeat 1]

[Missy]

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

[Timbaland]

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