They Know

DA Band

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    [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'?"
    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 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 muthaf**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 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 - f**k it the windows is tinted, so we splurge
    Wit niggaz that treat me like Jerry and do Steve's work

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    [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

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    Composición: R. Hill

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