[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