'Bout these niggaz doin' time
Gipp dip, In a ho, in the jail, rollin' crip
In Memphis, I'm a felonist, don't fuck with ghetto presidents
'Bout these streets, 'bout this 9
What you know? What you know?
Kickin' do's, snatchin' clothes, catchin' hoes, gettin' cases
'Bout the kickin' in the do'
All in for the blessedness, Lord infamous reck-a-less
I ain't tryin' to be starvin', I'm just leg over barbin'
Gettin' low down with the dope
Have you been to the North, Memphis where I be stayin'
'Bout the B's, 'bout that O
This for the ones that love the club pop, sip-sip
4 for the 5, is what I'm sellin', sawed-off 12 'n started bailin'
Unloadin' a Tec in this, hang you by your neck-a-lace
Murder list is specialist, clickin' on this medicine
'Bout the kickin' in the do'
How it goes, what you know, 'bout these streets
Layin' suckers on the flo'
'Bout the B's, 'bout that O
What you know? What you know?
What you know? What you know?
What you know? What you know?
Slangin' dope in the Grove, all the way to Black Haven
Call your boy on the cell, if you want somethin', hail
What you know?
Fuck 'round with the chosen, got you stiff like posin'
What you know about niggaz that live fake? Know I'm for real-a
Corner coves, what I'm talkin', what you know
Keep it crackin', keep it throwed, who shot first
'Bout these niggaz doin' time
Gettin' low down with the dope
'Bout the kickin' in the do'
What you know? What you know?
'Bout these streets, 'bout this 9
'Bout the B's, 'bout that O
'Bout that girl, 'bout that boy, keep that nose itchin'
Layin' suckers on the flo'
(You can't ask fo' no mo')
Always stumblin', rumblin', keep the freaky hoes comin'
Pill popper, afro, straight blowed
'Bout the kickin' in the do'
'Bout the B's, 'bout that O
Juciy always be gamin', keep that roast to the flame 'n
Gettin' low down with the dope
If they wanna suck the dick, we put that nut in they stomach
Or brings it to doors lane, put blood on your close lane
Mobbin', I'm the messiest, best, there is no testin' this
Gettin' low down with the dope
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? What you know?
One in the chamber so nigga now you know I'm out to get ya
Run up in your residence, gather all the evidence
What you know? What you know?
'Bout these streets, 'bout this 9
ATL
'Bout these niggaz doin' time
'Bout the kickin' in the do'
Where them golds, they be shinin', nothin' but smiles on they faces
Hellraiser, I'm hookin' 'em, four star chef, I'm cookin' 'em
Mobbin' all through the hood nigga doin' my job 'n
Layin' suckers on the flo'
'Bout these niggaz doin' time
(Triple Six Mafia)
Nobody knows
What you know? What you know?
What you know about that?
Your eyes be like closin', hoes from head to toes 'n
What you know? What you know?
Layin' suckers on the flo'
'Bout the B's, 'bout that O
What you know? What you know?
Layin' suckers on the flo'
Goodie Mob
'Bout these niggaz doin' time
Skin scrachin', junkies steady bitchin'
'Bout the kickin' in the do'
Know what I'm sayin'
What you know?
(Man)
M-town connection
Sittin' in the country thinkin' about my money on vacation
What you know about robbin', what you know about mobbin'?
Three 6 Mafia
What you know?
I'm down fo'
What you know? What you know?
What you know? What you know?
(I'ma hit ya back)
'Bout the B's, 'bout that O
(Big Gipp)
What you know about bitches, what you know about clickin'?
'Bout these niggaz doin' time
Gettin' low down with the dope
It's so strange, the look on you face that does not bring
Gettin' low down with the dope
Two of them coloreds with them masks, sawed-off pumps for mega-blast
I can't feel it, nigga please, stop that actin', cough it up
Don't give a fuck, I'm stayin' slizzard
Layin' suckers on the flo'
'Bout these streets, 'bout this 9
We got prostitutes and whitey-white just tryin' to make mail
(Here it is)
Tough like chicken gizzards, strickly 'Cardi, wizard
'Bout these streets, 'bout this 9
Poppin' shots at your head, nigga doin' my job 'n
Ain't no problem that's to big, nigga fucked up 'bout no task
'Bout these streets, 'bout this 9
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
