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​They Know

This song is by Da Band and appears on the album Too Hot For TV (2003).

(Fred/Miami)
Yeah, this beat here was created in the hampas
And dropped in manhattan, yeah

(Chopper/Young City)
Bad Boys da label
Dofats da man
Chopper Citys yo nigga
Front wall wit 'em (na na na na)
Take it far wit' 'em (na na na na)
Put yo back against the wall wit 'em (na na na na)

(Fred)
Chopper city let 'em know

(Chopper)
Man I believin in gettin' rich or die tryin', niggas is tender-o
And I'm a warrior like ninja stroke
It ain't nothin' I can show you how to pimp a hoe
And if you want it you can get it nigga friend or foe
I keeps that mac-nilly low
Itchy for somethin' to crack so I can snap like whatchu drillin fo, shit
I keeps it gutter man you know how I dos it
I'm strikin caters by definition and stickin and movin
Whatchu know about shootouts for half an hours
If you don't you niggas is jive and act as cowards
U bout to witness city reach towards massive power
Boss man, I can get you niggas wacked in showers
I'm well known for what I do, the feens call me captain powder
If you want it you can call on chopper (chopper)
Fetty is something that yo boy desire
I keep that metal thing-a-ma-jiggy the colors of copper, holla

(Chorus (Chopper)) 2X
I keeps it gangsta,
You can ask my niggas 'cause they know, they know
I'm a hustler that's 'bout the bay soul, bay soul
If you wit me then let them kids blow, kids blow
Throw 'em up and let ur nuts hang low noow

(Fred/Miami)
I name haters 'cause I fuel of they energy
I'm in the same business as that motherfucker on the roof who shot Kennedy
Waitin for center sing, and see the glory of pain
You know the story 'bout the boy wit' a name, he did thangs,
Like kill people and stole cain', the hood got 3 names
Life, death or entertain
That settles the light, and them box is the d-word
And the house by the lake with the yacht is the keyword
Fuck it the V-word, and she word
Da Band, we word, gon p di-nner
Man we prolly gon flash when he hear these words
But fuck it I love that nigga he the reason we hurr
If it wasn't for him, id be livin' to see dirrt
Now lil F.P. and me we see curbs
Pin 'em, fuck it the winters are tenda so we splurge
When niggas who treat my like jerry and duce steword

(Chorus (Chopper)) 2X
I keeps it gangsta,
You can ask my niggas 'cause they know, they know
I'm a hustler that's 'bout the bay soul, bay soul
If you wit me then let them kids blow, kids blow
Throw 'em up and let ur nuts hang low noow

(Chopper/Young City)
All I do is chill, blonde hoes with a sparklin grill
Smoke, stroke, grind and count dough by the mil, that's real
I ride the wheels till they fall off
Say they still where they sawed off
Ready to blow her arm off
Oh Lord, you don't want them problems we do
I'm not that bad, so you know the boy bad news
I bruise your crew then ride out
Then head to the hide-out
I stay with the blinds out
To clear they whole block out (Gunshot)

(Fred/Miami)
And now they said fred you need to chill
I'm in them bad boys way before martin or will
I'm somewhere, parked in the hills
On the southside of Germany, this where the game has earned me
Supportin my skills
Man them girls like freddy you need to stop
How I came threw life grippin and made cleveland hot
How they get 'em on the flo' and make 'em breath then stop
Like Q took it in the air and I bet she get in my drop

(Chorus (Chopper)) 2X
I keeps it gangsta,
You can ask my niggas 'cause they know, they know
I'm a hustler that's 'bout the bay soul, bay soul
If you wit me then let them kids blow, kids blow
Throw 'em up and let ur nuts hang low noow

(Chopper)
Now the south side ridde

(Fred)
C'mon c'mon look out

(Chopper)
Huh now what you said freddy p uh

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