*featuring Chopper
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[Fred] Yeah. This beat here was created in the Hamptons
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[Chop] Uughhh!
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[Fred] And dropped in Manhattan
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[Background:] Hey-o, Hey-o
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[Chop] Bad Boy's the label
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[Fred] Time Shock
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[Chop] Dofat's the man
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[Fred] Wit Chopper from Miami to New Orleans
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[Chop] Chopper City's the nigga (whoo!)
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[Fred] Freddy P
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[Chop] Who want war wit em'?
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(Uh-huh, Uh-huh)
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[Chop] Take a fall wit em'
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(Uh-huh, Uh-huh)
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Back against the wall wit em
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(Uh-huh, Uh-huh)
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[Fred] Chopper City let 'em know!
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[Chopper]
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I believe in gettin rich or die tryin
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Niggaz is (?) and I'm a warrior like ninja stroll
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It ain't nothin, I can show you how to pimp a ho
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And if you want it, you can get it nigga - friend of foe
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I keeps the mac milli low
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Itchy for nothin to crack so I can snap like "what chu grillin fo'?"
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Shit, I keeps it gutter man, you know how I do's it
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I strike a kite that's my definition of stickin and movin
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What you know about shoot outs for half an hour?
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If you don't, you niggaz is jive and act as cowards
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You bouta witness City reach till' it's massive power
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Boss man. I can get you niggaz wacked in showers
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I'm well known for what I do, but fiends call me Captain Powder
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If you want it you can call on Chopper
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[Whispers] Choppa! Fetti is somethin that ya boy desire
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I keep the metal thing-a-mijiggy the color is copper
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[Chorus: Chopper w/ Fred in the background]
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I keeps it gangsta - you can ask my niggaz cause they know (They know)
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[Fred] Yeah
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I'ma hustler that bout them pesos (pesos)
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[Fred] C'mon
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If you wit me then let them keys blow (keys blow)
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[Fred] Don't be afraid. Don't be afraid
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Throw 'em up and let ya nuts hang low now..
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I keeps it gangsta - you can ask my niggaz cause they know (They know)
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[Fred] Holla
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I'ma hustler that bout them pesos (pesos)
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[Fred] Holla
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If you wit me then let them keys blow (keys blow)
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[Fred] Holla
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Throw 'em up and let ya nuts hang low Now..
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[Fred]
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I love the haters cause I feed of they energy
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I'm in the same business as the muthafucker on the roof who shot Kennedy
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Waitin for sinners and
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They see the glory and pain
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You know the story bout the boy with a name
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He did things like kill people and stole Kane
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The hood got three lanes, Life, Death, or entertain
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Now sellin's the life. In that box is the D-word
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In that house by the lake wit the yacht is the Keyword
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Fuck it, if he work and she work Da Band
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We work on P.D.'s nerves
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Man we probly gon clash when he hear these words
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But fuck it, I love that nigga, he the reason we hurr
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If it wasn't for him, I'd be livin to see dirt
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Now lil F.P. and me, we see curves
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Bend 'em - fuck it the windows is tinted, so we splurge
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Wit niggaz that treat me like Jerry and do Steve's work
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[Chorus]
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[Chopper]
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All I do is chill and blind hoe wit a sparkling grill
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Stroke, smoke, grind and count dough by the mill's
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That's real. I ride the wheels till' they fall off
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Sittin still wit a sawed-off ready to blow a arm off
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Oh, Lord! You don't want no problems wit dude
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I'm out that Band, so you now the boy-band news
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I bruise ya crew then ride out then head to the hideout
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I stay wit them nines out to clear the whole block out [Gunshot]
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[Fred]
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Now they say "Fred you need to chill"
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I been a BadBoy way before Martin of Will
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I'm somewhere parked on a hill on the southside of Germany
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That's what the game has earned me supportin my skills
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And them girls like "Freddy, you need to stop"
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How I came through like Griffin and made Cleveland hot
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How they get up on the floor and make it "Breathe and Stop"
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like Q-Tip - get in her ear and I bet she get in my drop
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[Chorus]
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[Chop] We them southside riders
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[Fred] C'mon, C'mon, Look out
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[Chop] Huh? Now what cha say Freddy Peezay
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[Chop] We them southside riders
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[Fred] C'mon, C'mon, Look out
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[Chop] Huh?
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[Fred] C'mon, C'mon, Look out
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[Chop] Huh?
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[Fred] C'mon, C'mon, Look out
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[Chop] Huh?
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[Fred] Get down! Get down, c'mon
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[Chopper]
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I like that shit! Yeah, Boi!
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I'm tellin you whoa, I'm tellin- aight, I ain't gon talk
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They Know
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Da Band |