Three 6 Mafia - Whatcha Know Lyrics:
(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?

What you know? What you know?
`Bout the B`s, `bout that O
`Bout these streets, `bout this 9
`Bout these ni**az doin` time

What you know? What you know?
`Bout the kickin` in the do`
Layin` suckers on the flo`
Gettin` low down with the dope

What you know? What you know?
`Bout the B`s, `bout that O
`Bout these streets, `bout this 9
`Bout these ni**az doin` time

What you know? What you know?
`Bout the kickin` in the do`
Layin` suckers on the flo`
Gettin` low down with the dope

In Memphis, I`m a felonist, don`t f**k 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

What you know about killaz, what you know about dealers?
What you know about ni**az that live fake? Know I`m for real-a
What you know about bitches, what you know about clickin`?
One in the chamber so ni**a now you know I`m out to get ya

What you know about robbin`, what you know about mobbin`?
Mobbin` all through the hood ni**a doin` my job `n
I ain`t tryin` to be starvin`, I`m just leg over barbin`
Poppin` shots at your head, ni**a doin` my job `n

What you know? What you know?
`Bout the B`s, `bout that O
`Bout these streets, `bout this 9
`Bout these ni**az doin` time

What you know? What you know?
`Bout the kickin` in the do`
Layin` suckers on the flo`
Gettin` low down with the dope

What you know? What you know?
`Bout the B`s, `bout that O
`Bout these streets, `bout this 9
`Bout these ni**az doin` time

What you know? What you know?
`Bout the kickin` in the do`
Layin` suckers on the flo`
Gettin` low down with the dope

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

Ain`t no problem that`s to big, ni**a f**ked 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
Ni**a 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
F**k `round with the chosen, got you stiff like posin`

What you know? What you know?
`Bout the B`s, `bout that O
`Bout these streets, `bout this 9
`Bout these ni**az doin` time

What you know? What you know?
`Bout the kickin` in the do`
Layin` suckers on the flo`
Gettin` low down with the dope

What you know? What you know?
`Bout the B`s, `bout that O
`Bout these streets, `bout this 9
`Bout these ni**az doin` time

What you know? What you know?
`Bout the kickin` in the do`
Layin` suckers on the flo`
Gettin` low down with the dope

Don`t give a f**k, 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, ni**a 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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