Niggas Don't Understand - B.G.

featuring Big Tymers 

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 a