They Know Lyrics

They Know lyrics

(feat. Chopper)

[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 nigga (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
Niggaz 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 nigga - friend of foe
I keeps the mac milli
low
Itchy for nothin to crack so I can snap like "what chu grillin
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
half an hour?
If you don't, you niggaz is jive and act as cowards
You
bouta witness City reach till' it's massive power
Boss man. I can get you
niggaz 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 niggaz 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 niggaz 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 muthafucker 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
Fuck 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 fuck it, I
love that nigga, 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 - fuck it the
windows
is tinted, so we splurge
Wit niggaz 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 shit! Yeah, Boi!
I'm tellin
you
whoa, I'm tellin- aight, I ain't gon talk