Three 6 Mafia

Three 6 Mafia - Whatcha Know lyrics

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Juicy J (Big Gipp):Yeah  yeah  yeah
 Three 6 Mafia (Here it is)Know what I'm sayin'Goodie Mob (Triple Six Mafia)
 ATL (Big Gipp)M town connection (Man)What you know about that?
 (You can't ask fo' no mo')What you know?  What you know?(I'ma hit ya back)
 What you know?
 Chorus:
 DJ Paul & Big Gipp [together] (2x)
 What you know?  What you know?'Bout the B's  bout that O
 'Bout these streets, 'bout this 9'Bout these niggaz doin' time
 What you know?  What you know?Bout the kickin' in the do'
 Layin' cuckers on the flo'Gettin' low down with the dopeLord Infamous:
 In Memphis, I'm a felonist, don't fuck with ghetto presidents
 Run up in your residence, gather all the evidence
 Murder list is specialist, clickin' on this medicine
 Unloadin' a Tec in this, hang you by your neck-a-lace
 All in for the blessedness, Lord Infamous reck-a-less
 Mobbin', I'm the messiest, best, there is no testin' this
 Hellraiser, I'm hookin' 'em, four star chef, I'm cookin' 'em
 Like that, now I'm bookin' 'em, slash they eyes out look at 'em
 Crunchy Black:
 What you know about killaz, what you know about dealers
 What you know about niggaz that live fake, know I'm for real-a
 What you know about bitches, what you know about clickin'
 One in the chamber so nigga now you know I'm out to get ya
 What you know about reobbin', what you know about mobbin'
 Mobbin' all through the hood nigga doin' my job 'n
 I ain't tryin' to be starvin', I'm just leg over barbin'
 Poppin' shots at your head, nigga doin' my job 'n
 Chorus:
  DJ Paul & Big Gipp [together] (2x)Juicy J:
 Juciy always be gamin', keep that roast to the flame 'n
 Slangin' dope in the Grove, all the way to Black Haven
 Call your boy on the cell, if you want somethin', hail
 We got prostitutes and whitey-white just tryin' to make mail
 Have you been to the North, Memphis where I be stayin'
 Where them golds, they be shinin', nothin' but smiles on they faces
 Always stumblin', rumblin', keep the freaky hoes comin'
 If they wanna suck the dick, we put that nut in they stomach
 DJ Paul:
 Ain't no problem that's to big, nigga fucked up 'bout no task
 Two of them coloreds with them masks, sawed-off pumps for mega-blast
 Forty-thousand, one in the chamber, buck artila for gettin' his own man
 Nigga I'm my own man, never catch me runnin' from no man
 It's so strange, the look on you face that does not bring
 Or brings it to doors lane, put blood on your close lane
 Your eyes be like closin', hoes from head to toes 'n
 Fuck 'round with the chosen, got you stiff like posin'
 Chorus:
  DJ Paul & Big Gipp [together, Big Gipp sings] (2x)Big Gipp (Juicy J):
 Don't give a fuck, I'm stayin' slizzard
 Tough like chicken gizzards, strickly 'Cardi, wizard
 Pill popper, afro, straight blowedCorner coves, what I'm talkin', what you know
 'Bout that girl, 'bout that boy, keep that nose itchin'
 Skin scrachin', junkies steady bitchin'
 I can't feel it, nigga please, stop that actin', cough it up
 4 for the 5, is what I'm sellin', sawed-off 12 'n started bailin'
 Kickin' do's, snatchin' clothes, catchin' hoes, gettin' cases
 Sittin' in the country thinkin' about my money on vacation
 This for the ones that love the club pop, sip-sip
 Gipp dip, In a ho, in the jail, rollin' crip
 Keep it crackin', keep it throwed, who shot first, nobody knows
 How it goes, what you know, 'bout these streets I'm down fo'(ATL
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Author: Cameron Gipp

Composer: ?

Publisher: Hypnotize Minds, Loud Records, LLC

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Released in: 2000

Language: English

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