Uh, what's What Uptown, New Orleans in bitch with VA, you understand? With hot girl, Missy Fuckin' with these Uptown Guerillas, you If it don't make dollars, it don't sense Do yo' thing
Y'all don't wanna gimme my I'ma have to two shots on my glock Pop-pop the enemy 'till he Make his body go hibbie-to-the-hop
Well I won't stop I get up to the top blow any other state off the block And I got a lotta chedda in my pock's You better gimme gimme five mics, props
Say you sick of my and my shit I got a whole lotta hits and no tricks Just a line, few snares, few kicks Make the whole industry go and bit
I say, "You sit, we sit, I sit" While I go shit on a mix this Say, "You spit, I spit, we spit" But you can't fuck a nigga like this me out
Hatin' on us but ya resist If you come hard, come legit We talk shit 'cause we confident If you think not, you bound to sit
on us but ya can't resist If you hard, better come legit We gon' talk shit we confident We gon' you so you best believe
Y'all wanna put me on front On the front page, all the shit I done? Now you fuck around and grade my shit? talk about the million niggas who bit
It's one Timothy from the V And the whole industry beep-beep Now I go change up my beats So another won't duplicate me
Yeah, I got styles, got shows, And my shows, it grows, it And I sing, I flow, I And I know y'all know
When I come swift with the kick If ya got a blunt, got a light, got it lit Yeah, don't stop, stop, won't quit And I made 1.6 admit, me out
Hatin' on us but ya can't If you come hard, better come We gon' talk shit we confident If you think not, then you to sit
on us but ya can't resist If you hard, better come legit We gon' talk shit we confident We gon' show you so you believe
I'm that nigga that tote AK's B.G. is what they me I be in them hallways Beef me, you gon' be sorry
Me and my shut yo' block down We got K's so, put glocks down You to come outside Them Hot got you on lock-down
nigga here from C M B Roll a clique about 20 deep I made a mill', it don't mean I ain't gonna keep it real my peeps
All I is thugs in my clique All my nigga's, they off the street Now all of a sudden on my dick I'm on B E T and M T V
It ain't no secret, this nigga be Getting paid, that's my object Ain't none of you nigga's gon' this 'Cause I'm 'bout makin' a
I'm all about it locked, dog Don't be on the block, yo bitches be makin' them tye calls While I be makin' drop
Fresh, he hooked me up too To the playa I say, "Fuck you" You to worry 'bout you Instead of to not do
Juvenile don' up with Missy Bitches hate me, bitches gon' dis me Alota you nigga's miss me I'ma be here, you be history
Hatin' on us but ya resist If you hard, better come legit We gon' talk shit we confident If you not, then you bound to sit
on us but ya can't resist If you come hard, better legit We gon' talk 'cause we confident We gon' show you so you best
Hatin' on us but ya resist If you come hard, better come We gon' shit 'cause we confident If you not, then you bound to sit
Hatin' on us but ya resist If you hard, better come legit We gon' talk shit 'cause we We gon' show you so you best
If you come hard, better come (Say Oh, ah huh) If you hard, better come legit (Oh, uh) We gon' show you, so you believe
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Um hmm, Hot It's all We out
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