B.G. - n***as 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***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) First verse [baby] I need me a lick, to come up on a hundred g's (how b?) Movin' these f**in' 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***a 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***a?) 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** 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** 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**in' 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***a a hundred g's n***a get yo sh** (n***a i got my sh**) Ready to co*k yo sh**? (i'm ready to pop my sh**) [b.g.] I'ma take yo breath, introduce you to d**h 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 sh** 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 n***a 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 n***a move the sh** from uptown to crowder Who got the sprinkle to make yo a** 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**h 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 sh** locked up Manny fresh the special man a.k.a. big nutts Chorus