Three 6 Mafia - Whatcha Know Lyrics
F/ big gipp (goodie mob)Juicy j (big gipp):Yeah, yeah, yeahThree 6 mafia (here it is)Know what Im sayinGoodie mob (triple six mafia)Atl (big gipp)M-town connection (man)What you know about that?(you cant ask fo no mo)What you know? what you know?(ima hit ya back)What you know?Chorus: dj paul & big gipp [together] (2x)What you know? what you know?bout the bs, bout that obout these streets, bout this 9bout these niggaz doin timeWhat you know? what you know?Bout the kickin in the doLayin cuckers on the floGettin low down with the dopeLord infamous:In memphis, Im a felonist, dont ***** with ghetto presidentsRun up in your residence, gather all the evidenceMurder list is specialist, clickin on this medicineUnloadin a tec in this, hang you by your neck-a-laceAll in for the blessedness, lord infamous reck-a-lessMobbin, Im the messiest, best, there is no testin thisHellraiser, Im hookin em, four star chef, Im cookin emLike that, now Im bookin em, slash they eyes out look at emCrunchy black:What you know about killaz, what you know about dealersWhat you know about niggaz that live fake, know Im for real-aWhat you know about *****es, what you know about clickinOne in the chamber so nigga now you know Im out to get yaWhat you know about reobbin, what you know about mobbinMobbin all through the hood nigga doin my job nI aint tryin to be starvin, Im just leg over barbinPoppin shots at your head, nigga doin my job nChorus: dj paul & big gipp [together] (2x)Juicy j:Juciy always be gamin, keep that roast to the flame nSlangin dope in the grove, all the way to black havenCall your boy on the cell, if you want somethin, hailWe got prostitutes and whitey-white just tryin to make mailHave you been to the north, memphis where I be stayinWhere them golds, they be shinin, nothin but smiles on they facesAlways stumblin, rumblin, keep the freaky hoes cominIf they wanna suck the dick, we put that nut in they stomachDj paul:Aint no problem thats to big, nigga *****ed up bout no taskTwo of them coloreds with them masks, sawed-off pumps for mega-blastForty-thousand, one in the chamber, buck artila for gettin his own manNigga Im my own man, never catch me runnin from no manIts so strange, the look on you face that does not bringOr brings it to doors lane, put blood on your close laneYour eyes be like closin, hoes from head to toes n***** round with the chosen, got you stiff like posinChorus: dj paul & big gipp [together, big gipp sings] (2x)Big gipp (juicy j):Dont give a *****, Im stayin slizzardTough like chicken gizzards, strickly cardi, wizardPill popper, afro, straight blowedCorner coves, what Im talkin, what you knowbout that girl, bout that boy, keep that nose itchinSkin scrachin, junkies steady *****inI cant feel it, nigga please, stop that actin, cough it up4 for the 5, is what Im sellin, sawed-off 12 n started bailinKickin dos, snatchin clothes, catchin hoes, gettin casesSittin in the country thinkin about my money on vacationThis for the ones that love the club pop, sip-sipGipp dip, in a ho, in the jail, rollin cripKeep it crackin, keep it throwed, who shot first, nobody knowsHow it goes, what you know, bout these streets Im down fo(atl...)
