Mannie Fresh - n***as Don't Understand lyrics

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Mannie Fresh - 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 ho 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 cutless 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 rocks and a gram ho 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