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Whatcha Know (feat. Big Gipp)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Big Gipp
Big Gipp
Vocals
Crunchy Black
Crunchy Black
Vocals
DJ Paul
DJ Paul
Vocals
Juicy J
Juicy J
Vocals
Lord Infamous
Lord Infamous
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jordan Houston
Jordan Houston
Songwriter
Cameron Gipp
Cameron Gipp
Songwriter
Paul Beauregard
Paul Beauregard
Songwriter
RICKY DUNIGAN
RICKY DUNIGAN
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
DJ Paul
DJ Paul
Producer
Juicy J
Juicy J
Producer
Lil Pat
Lil Pat
Mixing Engineer
Larry Nix
Larry Nix
Mastering Engineer
Kevin Nix
Kevin Nix
Mastering Engineer
Kurt Clayton
Kurt Clayton
Recording Engineer

Songtexte

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 niggas 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 niggas 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 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, snatch they eyes out look at 'em What you know about killaz, what you know about dealers What you know about niggas 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 robbing', 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 What you know? What you know? 'Bout the B's, bout that O 'Bout these streets, 'bout this 9 'Bout these niggas 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 niggas 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 Juicy 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, 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' What you know? What you know? 'Bout the B's, bout that O 'Bout these streets, 'bout this 9 'Bout these niggas 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 niggas 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 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...)
Writer(s): Cameron F Gipp, Jordan Houston, Paul D. Beauregard Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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