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Three 6 Mafia - Whatcha Know lyrics
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 |
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