(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