(feat. 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 ^!$$%s don't understand that he tha man

(And on the downlow I'm still sellin' birds they tell me that)
These ^!$$%s 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 $#&@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 ^!$$% is my lady)
Four golds and I'm out there baby


[Baby]
I hit my safe for a hundred and fifty G's
(Why ^!$$%?)

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

$#&@ 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' %#@! 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]

$#&@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 ^!$$% a hundred G's
^!$$% get yo %#@!

(^!$$% I got my %#@!)
Ready to @@#! yo %#@!?
(I'm ready to pop my %#@!)


[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 %#@! 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 !@%!e 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
^!$$% 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
^!$$% move the %#@! from Uptown to Crowder
Who got the sprinkle to make yo $$# 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
(*##$ 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 %#@! locked up
Manny Fresh the special man a.k.a. Big Nutts


[Chorus]