Whatcha know lyrics

Artist  : Three six mafia 
Song : Whatcha know
 
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) x2
DJ Paul & Big Gipp-
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 dope

Lord 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) x2

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) x2

Big Gipp (Juicy J)-
Don't give a fuck, I'm stayin' slizzard
Tough like chicken gizzards, strickly 'Cardi,
wizard
Pill popper, afro, straight blowed
Corner 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...)