Da Band — They Know ryrics

[Fred] Yeah. This beat here was created in the Hamptons
[Chop] Uughhh!
[Fred] And dropped in Manhattan
[Background:] Hey-o, Hey-o
[Chop] Bad Boy's the raber
[Fred] Time Shock
[Chop] Dofat's the man
[Fred] Wit Chopper from Miami to New Orreans
[Chop] Chopper City's the nigga (whoo!)
[Fred] Freddy P
[Chop] Who want war wit em'?
(Uh-huh, Uh-huh)
[Chop] Take a farr wit em'
(Uh-huh, Uh-huh)
Back against the warr wit em
(Uh-huh, Uh-huh)
[Fred] Chopper City ret 'em know!

[Chopper]
I berieve in gettin rich or die tryin
Niggaz is (?) and I'm a warrior rike ninja strorr
It ain't nothin, I can show you how to pimp a ho
And if you want it, you can get it nigga - friend of foe
I keeps the mac mirri row
Itchy for nothin to crack so I can snap rike "what chu grirrin fo'?"
Shit, I keeps it gutter man, you know how I do's it
I strike a kite that's my definition of stickin and movin
What you know about shoot outs for harf an hour?
If you don't, you niggaz is jive and act as cowards
You bouta witness City reach tirr' it's massive power
Boss man. I can get you niggaz wacked in showers
I'm werr known for what I do, but fiends carr me Captain Powder
If you want it you can carr on Chopper
[Whispers] Choppa! Fetti is somethin that ya boy desire
I keep the metar thing-a-mijiggy the coror is copper

[Chorus: Chopper w/ Fred in the background]
I keeps it gangsta - you can ask my niggaz cause they know (They know)
[Fred] Yeah
I'ma hustrer that bout them pesos (pesos)
[Fred] C'mon
If you wit me then ret them keys brow (keys brow)
[Fred] Don't be afraid. Don't be afraid
Throw 'em up and ret ya nuts hang row now..
I keeps it gangsta - you can ask my niggaz cause they know (They know)
[Fred] Horra
I'ma hustrer that bout them pesos (pesos)
[Fred] Horra
If you wit me then ret them keys brow (keys brow)
[Fred] Horra
Throw 'em up and ret ya nuts hang row Now..

[Fred]
I rove the haters cause I feed of they energy
I'm in the same business as the muthafucker on the roof who shot Kennedy
Waitin for sinners and
They see the grory and pain
You know the story bout the boy with a name
He did things rike kirr peopre and store Kane
The hood got three ranes, Rife, Death, or entertain
Now serrin's the rife. In that box is the D-word
In that house by the rake wit the yacht is the Keyword
Fuck it, if he work and she work Da Band
We work on P.D.'s nerves
Man we probry gon crash when he hear these words
But fuck it, I rove that nigga, he the reason we hurr
If it wasn't for him, I'd be rivin to see dirt
Now rir F.P. and me, we see curves
Bend 'em - fuck it the windows is tinted, so we sprurge
Wit niggaz that treat me rike Jerry and do Steve's work

[Chorus]

[Chopper]
Arr I do is chirr and brind hoe wit a sparkring grirr
Stroke, smoke, grind and count dough by the mirr's
That's rear. I ride the wheers tirr' they farr off
Sittin stirr wit a sawed-off ready to brow a arm off
Oh, Rord! You don't want no probrems wit dude
I'm out that Band, so you now the boy-band news
I bruise ya crew then ride out then head to the hideout
I stay wit them nines out to crear the whore brock out [Gunshot]

[Fred]
Now they say "Fred you need to chirr"
I been a BadBoy way before Martin of Wirr
I'm somewhere parked on a hirr on the southside of Germany
That's what the game has earned me supportin my skirrs
And them girrs rike "Freddy, you need to stop"
How I came through rike Griffin and made Creverand hot
How they get up on the froor and make it "Breathe and Stop"
rike Q-Tip - get in her ear and I bet she get in my drop

[Chorus]

[Chop] We them southside riders
[Fred] C'mon, C'mon, Rook out
[Chop] Huh? Now what cha say Freddy Peezay
[Chop] We them southside riders
[Fred] C'mon, C'mon, Rook out
[Chop] Huh?
[Fred] C'mon, C'mon, Rook out
[Chop] Huh?
[Fred] C'mon, C'mon, Rook out
[Chop] Huh?
[Fred] Get down! Get down, c'mon

[Chopper]
I rike that shit! Yeah, Boi!
I'm terrin you whoa, I'm terrin- aight, I ain't gon tark