Artist: June Luva Album: 2-11 in Progress, Vol. 1 Song: Understand Me Typed by: Cno Evil [June Luva] When it's, cold outside, we pack heaters When it's, nice outside, we rock sneakers Give out, hip numbers to hoes so they can beep us Half of my click is street dwellers, the other half is gold achievers Now from a four block radius, you hear my speakers Bumping 'I Wish' by R. Kelly, he's a genius You got beef, well it's nothing but the air between us I got a quick left jab, man, my shit's the sweetest You best to believe this, I'm street by all means And if they don't let me in this muthafucka with my jeans Understand me, it's gon' be a big problem And none of ya'll faggot ass bouncers can solve 'em Black nine disolve's 'em, take 'em out of physical form He's washed up like a critical storm On getting it on, I prepare for worst outcomes Got up all my real killas in the mountains If you don't know, better ask somebody, I step in the party With the intentions of blasting my shotty So recognize, nigga, you best to go about your business Before you start shit, you can't finish, please [Chorus: June Luva] Understand me, when I show up at your club thugging Understand me, you ain't letting me in, you bugging Understand me, I make niggas tap dance like Sammy And you don't wanna see me pull my jammy Understand me, when I throw the rubber on my dick Understand me, listen I ain't trying to get sick Understand me, when I don't show up for my Grammy Or when I bust shots at your family, please understand me [June Luva] Oh no, ya'll niggas done done it Ever since a fetus I was rapping in my mom's stomach Bitch nigga on the block, kid, I'm far from it Sixty g's around his neck, and the God want it I need a big booty bitch, with some thongs on it So when she back it up, I can feel the cushion Grab on the side of her waist and start pushing Let her know my thang, be ready for ambushing And to them niggas ambushing, I pack a .44 caliber So I can smoke my next challenger, the silencer Screwed on, bust shots steady I can see it in your eye, son, you not ready Hit the block heavy, with eighty eight grams of coke And I ain't got no workers, I'm slinging this shit for delf Greedy nigga want it for self, out for the wealth Everything a nigga pray for, is fortune and health [Chorus] [June Luva] Ma, why don't you meet me at the bar, I be popping some Crys' And the forty notes I just spent, look hot on my wrist I'm marvelous bitch, the trend setter, we dead smack in the winter And I still spend five on this bitch sweater The go getter, critics say I'm so clever Just when you thought I couldn't, yes, man, I got better Stack cheddar til I can't play the streets Or until I'm old and senile and can't rape the beats I'm the wrong one to front on, June keeps his gun on And you'se a remade racer, nigga, get ya run on Before I pop them thangs, it's hot like flames Watch niggas forget about you like government names Keep faggot niggas tucking they chains, me and my squadron Is illmatic, ten years thugging and I'm still at it Ever since I touched the microphone I had magic Hocus pocus, disappear, God damn it You urk me, you not worthy to rhyme Everything you spit was a waste of my time Watch the kid shine so bright, it blind's man sight And you don't wanna see me get hype, forget about it [Chorus]