lirik lagu b.g. (baby gangsta) - niggas don't understand
[intro: baby]
fa sho…this for my homie k.c (all the time)
that just did ten in tha pen (sh-t)
bout to spit this game for ya fool (w-ssup new york?)
chorus: [b.g. & big tymers]
these n-ggas don’t understand that he tha man
(and on the downlow i’m still sellin’ birds they tell me that)
these n-ggas 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 l!ck, to come up on a hundred g’s
(how b?)
movin’ these f-ckin’ 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-gga 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-gga?)
orderin’ for 20 ki’s
(street value?)
two hundred and fifty g’s
(and what’s yo profit?)
a l!ck for a hundred g’s
[verse 4: b.g.]
my people, baby, bout to bring us some heavy snow white
all this c0ke i’ma have to go on that all night flight
f-ck 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 c0ke smells; nothin’ but mail
one hundred g’s with ease well that’s gone bring drama
i keep packin’ sh-t 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.)]
f-ckin’ 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-gga a hundred g’s
n-gga get yo sh-t
(n-gga i got my sh-t)
ready to c-ck yo sh-t?
(i’m ready to pop my sh-t)
[verse 6: b.g. & (baby)]
i’ma take yo breath, introduce you to death
when you get to h-ll, 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 sh-t 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 c0ke 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-gga 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-gga move the sh-t from uptown to crowder
who got the sprinkle to make yo -ss 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-tch 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 bl–dy body
i got this sh-t wrapped up
mannie fresh the special man a.k.a. big nutts
[hook]
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