Whatcha Know Lyrics

Whatcha Know lyrics

Album: When The Smoke Clears (2000)

 

 (Feat. Big Gipp)

 

 

 (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]

 

 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...)