[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
