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b g – 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

chorus: [b.g. & big tymers]
these n-gg-s don’t understand that he tha man
(and on the downlow i’m still sellin’ birds they tell me that)
these n-gg-s 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-gg- 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-gg-?)
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-gg- a hundred g’s
n-gg- get yo sh-t
(n-gg- 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 h-ll, 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 c-ke 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-gg- i ball and people don’t know it, ’cause i don’t show it
the only way to find out is if you come and score it
’cause 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
n-gg- move the sh-t from uptown to crowder
who got the sprinkle to make yo -ss 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 b-mpin’ like jon gotti
red beams on the scene leave a bl–dy body
i got this sh-t locked up
manny fresh the special man a.k.a. big nutts

chorus

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