Bad Boy's Da Band - 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 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 tryinNiggaz is (?) and I'm a warrior like ninja strollIt ain't nothin, I can show you how to pimp a hoAnd if you want it, you can get it nigga - friend of foeI keeps the mac milli lowItchy 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 itI strike a kite that's my definition of stickin and movinWhat you know about shoot outs for half an hour?If you don't, you niggaz is jive and act as cowardsYou bouta witness City reach till' it's massive powerBoss man. I can get you niggaz wacked in showersI'm well known for what I do, but fiends call me Captain PowderIf you want it you can call on Chopper[Whispers] Choppa! Fetti is somethin that ya boy desireI 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] YeahI'ma hustler that bout them pesos (pesos)[Fred] C'monIf you wit me then let them keys blow (keys blow)[Fred] Don't be afraid. Don't be afraidThrow 'em up and let ya nuts hang low now..I keeps it gangsta - you can ask my niggaz cause they know (They know)[Fred] HollaI'ma hustler that bout them pesos (pesos)[Fred] HollaIf you wit me then let them keys blow (keys blow)[Fred] HollaThrow 'em up and let ya nuts hang low Now..[Fred]I love the haters cause I feed of they energyI'm in the same business as the mutha*****er on the roof who shot KennedyWaitin for sinners andThey see the glory and painYou know the story bout the boy with a nameHe did things like kill people and stole KaneThe hood got three lanes, Life, Death, or entertainNow sellin's the life. In that box is the D-wordIn that house by the lake wit the yacht is the Keyword***** it, if he work and she work Da BandWe work on P.D.'s nervesMan we probly gon clash when he hear these wordsBut ***** it, I love that nigga, he the reason we hurrIf it wasn't for him, I'd be livin to see dirtNow lil F.P. and me, we see curvesBend 'em - ***** it the windows is tinted, so we splurgeWit niggaz that treat me like Jerry and do Steve's work[Chorus][Chopper]All I do is chill and blind hoe wit a sparkling grillStroke, smoke, grind and count dough by the mill'sThat's real. I ride the wheels till' they fall offSittin still wit a sawed-off ready to blow a arm offOh, Lord! You don't want no problems wit dudeI'm out that Band, so you now the boy-band newsI bruise ya crew then ride out then head to the hideoutI 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 WillI'm somewhere parked on a hill on the southside of GermanyThat's what the game has earned me supportin my skillsAnd them girls like "Freddy, you need to stop"How I came through like Griffin and made Cleveland hotHow 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