n*ggas Don't Understand

Big Tymers:
Fa sho...this for my homie K.C
That just did ten in tha pen
Bout to spit this game for ya fool

Chorus: [B.G. & Big Tymers]
These n*ggas don't understand that he tha man
(And on the downlow I'm still sellin' birds they tell me that)
These n*ggas don't understand that he tha man
(And on the downlow I'm still sellin' birds they tell me that)

First Verse [Baby]
I need me a lick, to come up on a hundred G's
(How B?)
Movin' these f*ckin' kees
(Where B?)
Run em' in that U.P.T
(And who gone run em?)
Tha brotha and my B.G

[B.G.]
You gotta beat em
(That n*gga is my lady)
Four golds and I'm out there baby

[Baby]
I hit my safe for a hundred and fifty G's
(Why n*gga?)
Orderin' for 20 kees
(Street value?)
Two hundred and fifty G's
(And what's yo profit?)
A lick for a hundred G's

[B.G.]
My people, Baby, bout to bring us some heavy Snow white
Mama told me I'ma have to go on that all night flight
f*ck breakin' two hundred I'm breakin' Q.B's
Ziploc'em up and send em to that U.P.T
Never seen a triple beam and so much yay
On his porch stairs, nothin' but mail
One hundred G's with ease now that's no big drama
I keep packin' sh*t to keep icin' lil' Mama
Too many kees bringin' rats and gats and cadillacs
But through thick and thin, V.L. got my back

Chorus

Second Verse: [Baby]
f*ckin' break these kees down to quarter kees
Let Vamp run em all in the Third Ward U.P.T
K.C. drop this load on my B.G
(Tear da kee)
Bring me back n*gga a hundred G's
n*gga get yo sh*t
(n*gga I got my sh*t)
Ready to c*ck yo sh*t?
(I'm ready to pop my sh*t)

[B.G.]
I'ma take yo breath, introduce you to death
When you get to Hell, tell em I can follow your map
Tired of flippin' these hustlas, I wanna flip some G's
So what's up wit Baby?
(Graduated from kees)
We gone make this sh*t happen, we gone flood em out Uptown
And we gone bring and sprinkle a bit downtown
We ride Lexus with interos, MoMos or Cameros
Slim got the coke in a wayside barrel for 22-5
(Got the kees for 11-5)
Come to the B.G. I might do it for a even 5
n*gga I ball and people don't know it, Cuz I don't show it
The only way to find out is if you come and score it
Cuz I don't stop with no ho or no show
I wear my polo, and get a bucket and keep it on the downlow

Chorus

Third Verse [Manny]:
Never out her, money and the powder
n*gga move the sh*t from Uptown to Crowder
Who got the sprinkle to make yo ass wrinkle?
Dope fiends and O.G's bout to take a tango
Chickens in a cutless supreme, young hoes dream
Cash rules everything in town, know what I mean?
Snowin' like Alaska, wanted in Nebraska
b*tch tryed to testify I straight blast her
K's and the ammo, modern-day Rambo
Got a Glock some rocks and a gram ho
Got a Mazerati bumpin' like Jon Gotti
Red beams on the scene leave a bloody body
I got this sh*t locked up
Manny Fresh the special man a.k.a. Big Nutts

Chorus