Here is Something You Can't Understand

[Intro: Kurupt]

Yeah, bitch

Doggpound and Cypress, you fuckers

What you think about that?

Young Gotti

You brother's don't got it

B-rizzle you know it, fo' shizzle

My nizzle, you gon' get hizzle

Relax by the kizzle

An' go get us a couple hizzles

You dizzles

Yeah with Muggs

What it is

SEN DOOOOOOOOOOG!

Keep it real gangster

Yeah, B-Real, whaddya gotta say?

[Verse 1: B-Real]

Bitch you try to spit on, you best get on

Before things start to happen and I lose my calm

'Cause I just wanna puff weed and tip my cup (Yeah)

Smoking on the Kush weed, not giving a fuck

Rhyme flow, mack hoes, and stack dough!

But niggas wanna do shit to make me react

So "Insane In The Brain", let it rain on a bitch nigga

Hanging on my chain 'cause you wanna be a rich nigga

You can't feel me without the Braille

I'm like that shit that get you amped without the yayo

Make busters pale 'cause they seen too much

But really what they saw was me and Kurupt

[Chorus 1]

Here is something you can't understand

How I Could Just Kill A Man

Here is something you can't understand

How I Could Just Kill A Man

Here is something you can't understand

How I Could Just Kill A Man

Here is something you can't understand

How I Could Just Kill A Man

[Verse 2: Kurupt]

Penitentiaries, stuck for centuries

You gotta be real like me and B-Real

See you shoot, you ride but we kill

Concentrate unloadin' our steel

Dippin', hit up niggas, yes we will

Riding on niggas when the mayhem spills

Pistols launch off and travel like arrows, animals, Hannibal

Hamlet, and unmanageable

What you gonna get, nigga? Ham on the table?

I sic the home girls on you, struck by angels

Get 'em up, drive by

Watch 'em gone drive by

Yeah, paranoid, we drive by till we die

You niggas don't really want shit

I treat niggas like hoes when they silly dumb BIATCH!

[Chorus 2: Kurupt]

Here is something that they just don't get

I don't give a fuck nigga, I don't give a shit

Here is something that they just don't know

Back to Fo, creepin' through the back door

Here is something that they just don't get

I don't give a fuck nigga, I don't give a shit

Here is something that they just don't know

Back to Fo, creepin' through the back door

I just dope blast 'em...

[Verse 3: B-Real]

Don't move, 'cause I ain't finished yet

I see remains of someone you ain't diminished yet

We're like a pack of piranhas in your sauna

Attackin' you, till there is nothing left for your mama

East side, do or die? Niggas wanna ride

Hitting switches in the Cadillac, getting people high

'Cause we live this, did this, beatin' like a pistol whip

Don't pull out ya gat if ya gunna let ya pistol slip

[Verse 4: Sen Dog]

I'm ignorin' all the dumb shit, 'cause these vatos can't hang

With the Mad Dog, nigga, out here runnin' thangs

Dump on that ass if you fuck with my business

Stop, pop, and drop all of you witness

Glocks lock, and unlock if you listen

Buck shots, hard stops, no more snitches

That's what you get when you fuck with the Real

Hardcore niggas that pack that steel

[Chorus 1]

Here is something you can't understand

How I Could Just Kill A Man

Here is something you can't understand

How I Could Just Kill A Man

Here is something you can't understand

How I Could Just Kill A Man

Here is something you can't understand

How I Could Just Kill A Man

[Verse 5: Kurupt]

Yeah

The streets is ran, by heats and mini vans

Invading the spaces, chucks and fat laces

The "I Don't Give A Fuck" committee's just arrived

With millis and fifty-fives

Homicidally, I've separated the busters

Blasted the snitches, broke the switches

Fucked the bitches, invaded the glitches

Stole the riches, booked the bitches

Like fuck ya interests, nigga

[Verse 6: B-Real]

Poet in the streets, niggas livin' on the edge

We take it to the Darkside, gettin' in your head

While you haunt us like a fed, we twist you like a dreadlock

Has I got to hammer talkin' bitches in the bed?

While you fuckin' with the Soul Assassins and the Dog Pound

And all my Latin dog-niggas get to hold it down

Now your violatin' 'cause you haters know I'm waitin'

In the silver stack in the parkin' lot

With the handle cocked

[Chorus 3: Kurupt]

Here is something, that I think you just can't understand (How I could just kill a man!)

And you wonder why and how it is, I could just kill a man (How I could just kill a man!)

You see, in these streets I pack my heat 'cause should it be for real (How I could just kill a man!)

And if you think you wanna come and test me, then come deal with my steel (How I could just kill a man!)

Here is something, that I think you just can't understand

And you wonder why and how it is, I could just kill a man

You see, in these streets I pack my heat 'cause should it be for real

And if you think you wanna come and test me, then come deal with my steel

[Outro: Kurupt]

You just don't understand

How I could just kill a man (yeah)

La la la la, la la la la-la