Bad Boy's Da Band - They Know lyrics

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 n***a, 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' n***az 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 n***a, friend of foe I keeps the mac Milli low Itchy for somethin' to crack so I can snap like whatchu grillin' fo'? sh**, 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 n***az is jive and act as cowards You 'bouta witness City reach till it's ma**ive power Boss man, I can get you n***az 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 n***az '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 n***az '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 muthaf**er 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 k** people and stole Kane The hood got three lanes, life, d**h, 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 f** 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 f** it, I love that n***a, 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 f** it the windows is tinted, so we splurge Wit n***az that treat me like Jerry and do Steve's work I keeps it gangsta You can ask my n***az '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 n***az '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 sk**s 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 n***az '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 n***az '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 sh**, yeah, boi! I'm tellin' you whoa, I'm tellin', aight Aight, I ain't gon' talk