They Know lyrics

Artist  : Da Band 
Song : They Know



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(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