they know lyrics – da band

[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 label
[fred] time shock
[chop] dofat’s the man
[fred] wit chopper from miami to new orleans
[chop] chopper city’s the n*gg* (whoo!)
[fred] freddy p
[chop] who want war wit em’?
(uh-huh, uh-huh)
[chop] take a fall wit em’
(uh-huh, uh-huh)
back against the wall wit em
(uh-huh, uh-huh)
[fred] chopper city let ’em know!

[chopper]
i believe in gettin rich or die tryin
n*gg*z is (?) and i’m a warrior like ninja stroll
it ain’t nothin, i can show you how to pimp a ho
and if you want it, you can get it n*gg* – friend of foe
i keeps the mac milli low
itchy for nothin to crack so i can snap like “what chu grillin fo’?”
sh*t, 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 half an hour?
if you don’t, you n*gg*z is jive and act as cowards
you bouta witness city reach till’ it’s m*ssive power
boss man. i can get you n*gg*z wacked in showers
i’m well known for what i do, but fiends call me captain powder
if you want it you can call on chopper
[whispers] choppa! fetti is somethin that ya boy desire
i keep the metal thing-a-mijiggy the color is copper

[chorus: chopper w/ fred in the background]
i keeps it gangsta – you can ask my n*gg*z cause they know (they know)
[fred] yeah
i’ma hustler that bout them pesos (pesos)
[fred] c’mon
if you wit me then let them keys blow (keys blow)
[fred] don’t be afraid. don’t be afraid
throw ’em up and let ya nuts hang low now.
i keeps it gangsta – you can ask my n*gg*z cause they know (they know)
[fred] holla
i’ma hustler that bout them pesos (pesos)
[fred] holla
if you wit me then let them keys blow (keys blow)
[fred] holla
throw ’em up and let ya nuts hang low now.

[fred]
i love the haters cause i feed of they energy
i’m in the same business as the m*th*f**ker on the roof who shot kennedy
waitin for sinners and
they see the glory and pain
you know the story bout the boy with a name
he did things like kill people and stole kane
the hood got three lanes, life, death, or entertain
now sellin’s the life. in that box is the d-word
in that house by the lake wit the yacht is the keyword
f**k it, if he work and she work da band
we work on p.d.’s nerves
man we probly gon clash when he hear these words
but f**k it, i love that n*gg*, he the reason we hurr
if it wasn’t for him, i’d be livin to see dirt
now lil f.p. and me, we see curves
bend ’em – f**k it the windows is tinted, so we splurge
wit n*gg*z that treat me like jerry and do steve’s work

[chorus]

[chopper]
all i do is chill and blind hoe wit a sparkling grill
stroke, smoke, grind and count dough by the mill’s
that’s real. i ride the wheels till’ they fall off
sittin still wit a sawed-off ready to blow a arm off
oh, lord! you don’t want no problems 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 clear the whole block out [gunshot]

[fred]
now they say “fred you need to chill”
i been a badboy way before martin of will
i’m somewhere parked on a hill on the southside of germany
that’s what the game has earned me supportin my skills
and them girls like “freddy, you need to stop”
how i came through like griffin and made cleveland hot
how they get up on the floor and make it “breathe and stop”
like 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, look out
[chop] huh? now what cha say freddy peezay
[chop] we them southside riders
[fred] c’mon, c’mon, look out
[chop] huh?
[fred] c’mon, c’mon, look out
[chop] huh?
[fred] c’mon, c’mon, look out
[chop] huh?
[fred] get down! get down, c’mon

[chopper]
i like that sh*t! yeah, boi!
i’m tellin you whoa, i’m tellin- aight, i ain’t gon talk

/ da band lyrics