They Know Lyrics - Singles - Bad Boy's Da Band

Yeah, this beat here was created in the Hamptons 

And dropped in Manhattan, Bad Boy's the label 

Time Shock, Dofat's the man 

Wit Chopper from Miami to New Orleans 

Chopper City's the nigga, Freddy P 

Who want war wit 'em? Take a fall wit 'em 

Get your back against the wall wit 'em 

Chopper City let 'em know! 

Man I believe in gettin' rich or die tryin' 

Niggaz is [Incomprehensible] 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 somethin' to crack so I can snap like whatchu 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 

Fetti is somethin' that ya boy desire 

I keep the metal thing-a-mijiggy the color is copper 

I keeps it gangsta 

You can ask my niggaz 'cause they know, they know 

I'ma hustler that 'bout them pesos, pesos 

If you wit me then let them keys blow, keys blow 

Throw 'em up and let ya nuts hang low now 

You can ask my niggaz 'cause they know, they know 

I'ma hustler that 'bout them pesos pesos 

If you wit me then let them keys blow, keys blow 

Throw 'em up and let ya nuts hang low now 

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 probably 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 

I keeps it gangsta 

You can ask my niggaz 'cause they know, they know 

I'ma hustler that 'bout them pesos, pesos 

If you wit me then let them keys blow, keys blow 

Throw 'em up and let ya nuts hang low now 

You can ask my niggaz 'cause they know, they know 

I'ma hustler that 'bout them pesos, pesos 

If you wit me then let them keys blow, keys blow 

Throw 'em up and let ya nuts hang low now 

All I do is chill and blind hoe wit a sparkling grill 

Smoke, stroke 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 

Now they say, "Fred you need to chill" 

I been a Bad Boy way before Martin of Will 

I'm somewhere parked on a hill on the south side 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 

I keeps it gangsta 

You can ask my niggaz 'cause they know, they know 

I'ma hustler that 'bout them pesos, pesos 

If you wit me then let them keys blow, keys blow 

Throw 'em up and let ya nuts hang low now 

You can ask my niggaz 'cause they know, they know 

I'ma hustler that 'bout them pesos, pesos 

If you wit me then let them keys blow, keys blow 

Throw 'em up and let ya nuts hang low now 

We them south side riders 

C'mon, c'mon, look out 

Huh? Now what cha say Freddy Peezay 

C'mon, c'mon, look out, watch out 

C'mon, c'mon, watch out, c'mon, c'mon 

Get down, get down, c'mon, look out 

I like that shit, yeah, boi! 

I'm tellin' you whoa, I'm tellin', aight 

Aight, I ain't gon' talk