Whatcha Know Lyrics - When The Smoke Clears - Three 6 Mafia

(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? 

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 

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 

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 

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 robbin', 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 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 

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 

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 

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 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 

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 

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)