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Yeah, this beat here was created in the
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 want war wit 'em? a fall wit 'em
Get your back the wall wit 'em
City let 'em know!

Man I in gettin' rich or die tryin'
is [Incomprehensible] and I'm a warrior 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 whatchu fo'?
Shit, I keeps it gutter man, you how I do's it
I strike a kite my definition of stickin' and movin'

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

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

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

You can ask my niggaz they know, they know
hustler that 'bout them pesos pesos
If you wit me then let them blow, keys 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 waitin' for and
see the glory and pain
You know the story 'bout the boy a name

He did things like people and stole Kane
The got three lanes, life, death, or entertain
Now sellin's the life in that box is the
In that house by the lake wit the yacht is the

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

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

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

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

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

Oh, Lord, you want no problems wit dude
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 them nines out to clear the block out

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

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

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

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

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

I like shit, yeah, boi!
I'm you whoa, I'm tellin', aight
Aight, I ain't gon'