B.G. F/ Big Tymers - "Niggas Don't Understand" lyrics

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 These niggas don't understand that he tha man Chorus: [B.G. & Big Tymers] (And on the downlow I'm still sellin' birds they tell me that) These niggas don't understand that he tha man (And on the downlow I'm still sellin' birds they tell me that) First Verse [Baby] (How B') I need me a lick, to come up on a hundred G's Movin' these fuckin' 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 nigga is my lady) Four golds and I'm out there baby [Baby] I hit my safe for a hundred and fifty G's (Why nigga') (Street value') Orderin' for 20 kees 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 Fuck 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' shit to keep icin' lil' Mama Too many kees bringin' rats and gats and cadillacs Chorus But through thick and thin, V.L. got my back Second Verse: [Baby] K.C. drop this load on my B.G. Fuckin' break these kees down to quarter kees Let Vamp run em all in the Third Ward U.P.T. Nigga get yo shit (Tear da kee) Bring me back nigga a hundred G's (Nigga I got my shit) Ready to cock yo shit' (I'm ready to pop my shit) [B.G.] When you get to Hell, tell em I can follow your map I'ma take yo breath, introduce you to death So what's up wit Baby' Tired of flippin' these hustlas, I wanna flip some G's (Graduated from kees) We gone make this shit 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 Nigga 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 Chorus Third Verse [Manny]: Never out her, money and the powder Dope fiends and O.G's bout to take a tango Nigga move the shit from Uptown to Crowder Who got the sprinkle to make yo ass wrinkle' Cash rules everything in town, know what I mean' Chickens in a bucket supreme, young hoes dream Snowin' like Alaska, wanted in Nebraska Bitch 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 bloody body I got this shit locked up Manny Fresh the special man a.k.a. Big Nutts Chorus