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Yeah, this beat was created in the Hamptons
And in Manhattan, Bad Boy's the label
Time Shock, the man
Wit Chopper Miami to New Orleans

City's the nigga, Freddy P
Who war wit 'em? Take a fall wit 'em
Get your back against the wit 'em
City let 'em know!

Man I in gettin' rich or die tryin'
Niggaz is [Incomprehensible] and I'm a like ninja stroll
It ain't nothin', I can show you how to a ho
And if you it, you can get it nigga, friend of foe

I keeps the mac low
Itchy for somethin' to crack so I can snap like grillin' fo'?
Shit, I it gutter man, you know how I do's it
I a kite that's my definition of stickin' and movin'

What you know about shoot outs for half an
If you don't, you is jive and act as cowards
You 'bouta City reach till it's massive power
Boss man, I can get you wacked in showers

I'm known for what I do, but fiends call me Captain Powder
If you want it you can on Chopper
is somethin' that ya boy desire
I keep the thing-a-mijiggy the color is copper

I keeps it
You can ask my 'cause they know, they know
hustler that 'bout them pesos, pesos
If you wit me then let keys blow, keys blow
'em up and let ya nuts hang low now

You can ask my 'cause they know, they know
hustler that 'bout them pesos pesos
If you wit me then let them keys blow, blow
'em up and let ya nuts hang low now

I love the haters I feed of they energy
I'm in the business as the muthafucker
On the roof who shot Kennedy for sinners and
They see the glory and
You know the story 'bout the boy with a

He did things like kill and stole Kane
The hood got lanes, life, death, or entertain
Now sellin's the life in box is the D-word
In house by the lake wit the yacht is the Keyword

it, if he work and she work Da Band
We on P.D.'s nerves
Man we probably clash when he hear these words
But fuck it, I that nigga, he the reason we hurr

If it wasn't for him, I'd be livin' to see
Now Lil F.P. and me, we see
Bend 'em it the windows is tinted, so we splurge
Wit niggaz that treat me Jerry and do Steve's work

I keeps it
You can ask my niggaz 'cause they know, know
I'ma that 'bout them pesos, pesos
If you wit me then let them keys blow, keys
Throw 'em up and let ya nuts low now

You can ask my niggaz 'cause they know, know
I'ma hustler that them pesos, pesos
If you wit me then let keys blow, keys blow
'em up and let ya nuts hang low now

All I do is and blind hoe wit a sparkling grill
Smoke, stroke grind and dough by the mill's
That's real, I ride the wheels they fall off
Sittin' still wit a ready to blow a arm off

Oh, Lord, you don't want no problems wit
I'm out that Band, so you now the boy-band
I bruise ya crew then ride out head to the hideout
I stay wit nines out to clear the whole block out

Now they say, "Fred you to chill"
I been a Bad Boy way before of Will
I'm somewhere parked on a hill on the south side of
That's what the game has earned me supportin' my

And girls like Freddy, you need to stop
How I came through like Griffin and Cleveland hot
How they get up on the floor and it breathe and stop
like Q-Tip, get in her ear and I bet she get in my

I it gangsta
You can ask my niggaz 'cause know, they know
I'ma hustler that 'bout pesos, pesos
If you wit me let them keys blow, keys blow
'em up and let ya nuts hang low now

You can ask my niggaz they know, they know
I'ma hustler 'bout them pesos, pesos
If you wit me then let them keys blow, keys
Throw 'em up and let ya hang low now

We them side riders
C'mon, c'mon, out
Now what cha say Freddy Peezay
C'mon, c'mon, look out, out
C'mon, c'mon, watch out, c'mon,
Get down, get down, c'mon, out

I that shit, yeah, boi!
I'm you whoa, I'm tellin', aight
Aight, I gon' talk