Chopper - They Know lyrics

[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***a (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***as 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***a - friend of foe I keeps the mac milli low Itchy for nothin to crack so I can snap like "what chu grillin fo'?" sh**, 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***as is jive and act as cowards You bouta witness City reach till' it's ma**ive power Boss man. I can get you n***as 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***as 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***as 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**er 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 k** people and stole Kane The hood got three lanes, Life, d**h, 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** 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** it, I love that n***a, 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** it the windows is tinted, so we splurge Wit n***as 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 sk**s 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**! Yeah, Boi! I'm tellin you whoa, I'm tellin- aight, I ain't gon talk