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 don't understand that he tha man
(And on the downlow I'm still sellin' birds they tell me that)
These 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 fkin' 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 nigg* is my lady)
Four golds and I'm out there baby

Baby
I hit my safe for a hundred and fifty G's
(Why nigg*?)
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
fk 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' s**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

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Second Verse: Baby
fkin' 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 nigg* a hundred G's
nigg* get yo s**t
(nigg* I got my s**t)
Ready to c*ck yo s**t?
(I'm ready to pop my s**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 s**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
nigg* 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 hoe or no show
I wear my polo, and get a bucket and keep it on the downlow

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Third Verse Manny:
Never out her, money and the powder
nigg* move the s**t from Uptown to Crowder
Who got the sprinkle to make yo as* wrinkle?
Dope fiends and O.G's bout to take a tango
Chickens in a bucket 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 woks and a gram hoe
Got a Mazerati bumpin' like Jon Gotti
Red beams on the scene leave a blood body
I got this s**t locked up
Manny Fresh the special man a.k.a. Big Nutts

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