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 '

I ain't tryin' to be starvin', I'm just leg over barbin'

Poppin' shots at your head, nigga doin' my job '

(Chorus) x2

Juicy J-

Juciy always be gamin', keep that roast to the flame '

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 '

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

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