Whatcha Know Lyrics

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: 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' suckers 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: 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 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