B.G. (Baby Gangsta)

B.G. (Baby Gangsta) - Niggas Don't Understand lyrics

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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 niggas don't understand that he tha man
 (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]
 I need me a lick, to come up on a hundred G's
 (How B?)
 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?)
 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
 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
 But through thick and thin, V.L. got my back

 Chorus

 Second Verse: [Baby]
 Fuckin' 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 nigga a hundred G's
 Nigga get yo shit
 (Nigga I got my shit)
 Ready to cock yo shit?
 (I'm ready to pop my shit)

 [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 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
 Nigga 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 bucket supreme, young hoes dream
 Cash rules everything in town, know what I mean?
 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
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