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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`?" 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
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[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
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[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
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