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(Big Gipp)
Yeah, yeah,
Three 6
(Here it is)
what I'm sayin'
Mob
(Triple Six Mafia)
ATL

(Big Gipp)
M-town
(Man)
What you about that?
(You ask fo' no mo')
What you
What you
(I'ma hit ya back)
What you

What you know? What you
the B's, 'bout that O
'Bout streets, 'bout this 9
'Bout these doin' time

What you What you know?
the kickin' in the do'
Layin' suckers on the
low down with the dope

What you know? What you
the B's, 'bout that O
'Bout these streets, 'bout 9
'Bout niggaz doin' time

What you What you know?
the kickin' in the do'
Layin' suckers on the
Gettin' low with the dope

In Memphis, I'm a felonist, don't fuck with presidents
Run up in your residence, all the evidence
Murder list is specialist, on this medicine
Unloadin' a Tec in this, hang you by your

All in for the blessedness, Lord infamous
Mobbin', I'm the messiest, best, is no testin' this
Hellraiser, I'm hookin' 'em, four chef, I'm cookin' 'em
Like that, now I'm 'em, slash they eyes out look at 'em

What you know about killaz, what you about dealers?
What you know about niggaz that live fake? I'm for real-a
What you know about bitches, what you know clickin'?
One in the so nigga now you know I'm out to get ya

What you about robbin', what you know about mobbin'?
all through the hood nigga doin' my job 'n
I ain't to be starvin', I'm just leg over barbin'
Poppin' shots at head, nigga doin' my job 'n

What you What you know?
the B's, 'bout that O
'Bout these streets, 'bout 9
'Bout these niggaz time

What you know? What you
the kickin' in the do'
Layin' suckers on the
Gettin' low with the dope

What you know? What you
'Bout the B's, that O
'Bout streets, 'bout this 9
'Bout niggaz doin' time

What you What you know?
the kickin' in the do'
Layin' on the flo'
Gettin' low down the dope

always be gamin', keep that roast to the flame 'n
Slangin' dope in the Grove, all the way to Black
Call your boy on the cell, if you somethin', hail
We got prostitutes and whitey-white just to make mail

Have you been to the North, Memphis where I be
Where them golds, they be shinin', nothin' but smiles on faces
Always stumblin', rumblin', keep the hoes comin'
If wanna suck the dick, we put that nut in they stomach

Ain't no that's to big, nigga fucked up 'bout no task
Two of them with them masks, sawed-off pumps for mega-blast
Forty-thousand, one in the chamber, artila for gettin' his own man
I'm my own man, never catch me runnin' from no man

It's so strange, the on you face that does not bring
Or brings it to doors lane, put blood on close lane
Your eyes be like closin', hoes from head to 'n
Fuck 'round with the chosen, got you stiff like

What you know? you know?
'Bout the B's, that O
'Bout streets, 'bout this 9
'Bout these niggaz doin'

you know? What you know?
'Bout the in the do'
Layin' on the flo'
Gettin' low down with the

you know? What you know?
'Bout the B's, that O
these streets, 'bout this 9
'Bout niggaz doin' time

What you What you know?
the kickin' in the do'
Layin' suckers on the
low down with the dope

Don't give a fuck, I'm slizzard
Tough like chicken gizzards, 'Cardi, wizard
Pill popper, afro, blowed
Corner coves, what I'm talkin', you know

'Bout girl, 'bout that boy, keep that nose itchin'
Skin scrachin', steady bitchin'
I can't feel it, please, stop that actin', cough it up
4 for the 5, is what I'm sellin', 12 'n started bailin'

Kickin' do's, clothes, catchin' hoes, gettin' cases
in the country thinkin' about my money on vacation
This for the that love the club pop, sip-sip
dip, In a ho, in the jail, rollin' crip

Keep it crackin', keep it throwed, who first
knows
How it goes, you know, 'bout these streets
I'm fo'
(ATL)