Here is Something You Can’t Understand lyrics

by

Method Man & Redman


[Intro: Kurupt]
Yeah b*tch
Dogpound and Cypress you f*ckers
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]
b*tch you try to spit on, you best get on
Before things start to happen and I lose my calm
Cuz I just wanna puff weed and tip my cup (Yeah)
Smoking on the Kush Weed, not giving a f*ck
Rhyme Flow, Mack hoes, and stack dough!
But n*ggas wanna do sh*t to make me react
So "Insane In The Brain", let it rain on a b*tch n*gga
Hanging on my chain cuz you wanna be a rich n*gga
You can't feel me without the Braille
Im like that sh*t that get you amped without the Yale
Make busters pale 'cos they seen too much
But really what they saw was me and Kurupt
[Hook 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 n*ggas, yes we will
Riding on n*ggas that when the mayhem spills
Pistols launch off and travel like arrows, animals, Hannibal
Hamlet, and unmanageable
What you gonna get, n*gga? 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 n*ggas really don't know sh*t
I treat n*ggas like hoes when they silly dumb BIATCH!
[Hook 2: Kurupt]
Here is something that they just don't get
I don't give a f*ck n*gga, I don t give a sh*t
Here is something that they just know
Back to Fo, creepin' through the back door
Here is something that they just don't get
I don't give a f*ck n*gga, I don t give a sh*t
Here is something that they just know
Back to Fo, creepin' through the back door
I just dope blast 'em...

[Verse 3: B-Real]
...'Cos 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? n*ggas wanna ride
Hitting switches in the Cadillac, getting people high
'Cos 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 sh*t, 'cos these vatos can't hang
With the Mad Dog, n*gga, out here runnin' thangs
Dump on that ass if you f*ck 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 f*ck with the Real
Hardcore n*ggas that pack that steel
[Hook 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 f*ck" committee's just arrived
With millis and fifty-fives
Homicidally, I've separated the busters
Blasted the snitches, broke the switches
f*cked the b*tches, invaded the glitches
Stole the riches, booked the b*tches
Like f*ck ya interests, n*gga

[Verse 6: B-Real]
Poet in the streets, n*ggas 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 b*tches in the bed?
While you f*ckin' with the Soul Assassins and the Dog Pound
And all my latin dog-n*ggas get to hold it down
Now your violatin' 'cos you haters know i'm waitin'
In the silver stack in the parkin' lot
With the handle c*cked

[Hook 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 cuz 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 cuz 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
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