Big Tymers
Niggas Don’t Understand
[Intro: Baby]
Fa sho...this for my homie K.C (all the time)
That just did ten in tha pen (shit)
Bout to spit this game for ya fool (wassup New York?)


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

[Verse 1: Baby & (B.G.)]
I need me a lick, to come up on a hundred G's
(How B?)
Movin' these fuckin' ki's
(Where B?)
Run em' in that U.P.T
(And who gone run em?)
Tha brotha and my B.G

[Verse 2: B.G. & (Baby)]
You gotta beat em
(That n***a is my lady)
Four golds in her mouth
(spell baby)
[Verse 3: Baby & (B.G.)]
I hit my safe for a hundred and fifty G's
(Why n***a?)
Orderin' for 20 ki's
(Street value?)
Two hundred and fifty G's
(And what's yo profit?)
A lick for a hundred G's

[Verse 4: B.G.]
My people, Baby, bout to bring us some heavy Snow white
All this coke 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
All this coke smells; nothin' but mail
One hundred G's with ease well that's gone bring drama
I keep packin' shit to keep icin' lil' Mama
Too many ki's bringin' rats and gats and cadillacs
But through thick and thin, V.L. got my back

[Hook]

[Verse 5: Baby & (B.G.)]
Fuckin' break these ki's down to quarter ki's
Let Vamp run em all in the Third Ward U.P.T
K.C. drop this load on my B.G
(Ten a ki)
Bring me back n***a a hundred G's
N***a get yo shit
(N***a I got my shit)
Ready to cock yo shit?
(I'm ready to pop my shit)
[Verse 6: B.G. & (Baby)]
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 hundredss, I wanna flip some G's
So what's up wit Baby?
(Graduated from ki's)
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
(Half a ki's for 11-5)
Come to the B.G. I might do it for a even 5
N***a I ball but 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 stunt for no hoe and flow show [?]
I get a bucket and keep it on the down low

[Hook]

[Verse 7: Mannie Fresh]
Never outta, money and the powder
N***a move the shit 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
Bitch tried 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 Maserati bumpin' like Jon Gotti
Red beams on the scene leave a bloody body
I got this shit wrapped up
Mannie Fresh the special man a.k.a. Big Nutts
[Hook]