[Juicy J (Big Gipp)]
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Yeah, yeah, yeah
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Three 6 Mafia (Here it is)
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Know what I'm sayin'
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Goodie Mob (Triple Six Mafia)
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ATL (Big Gipp)
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M-town connection (Man)
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What you know about that?
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(You can't ask fo' no mo')
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What you know? What you know?
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(I'ma hit ya back)
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What you know?
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[Chorus: DJ Paul & Big Gipp (together) (2x)]
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What you know? What you know?
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'Bout the B's, bout that O
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'Bout these streets, 'bout this 9
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'Bout these niggaz doin' time
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What you know? What you know?
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Bout the kickin' in the do'
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Layin' suckers on the flo'
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Gettin' low down with the dope
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[Lord Infamous]
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In Memphis, I'm a felonist, don't fuck with ghetto presidents
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Run up in your residence, gather all the evidence
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Murder list is specialist, clickin' on this medicine
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Unloadin' a Tec in this, hang you by your neck-a-lace
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All in for the blessedness, Lord Infamous reck-a-less
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Mobbin', I'm the messiest, best, there is no testin' this
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Hellraiser, I'm hookin' 'em, four star chef, I'm cookin' 'em
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Like that, now I'm bookin' 'em, slash they eyes out look at 'em
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[Crunchy Black]
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What you know about killaz, what you know about dealers
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What you know about niggaz that live fake, know I'm for real-a
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What you know about bitches, what you know about clickin'
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One in the chamber so nigga now you know I'm out to get ya
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What you know about reobbin', what you know about mobbin'
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Mobbin' all through the hood nigga doin' my job 'n
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I ain't tryin' to be starvin', I'm just leg over barbin'
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Poppin' shots at your head, nigga doin' my job 'n
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[Chorus: DJ Paul & Big Gipp (together) (2x)]
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[Juicy J]
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Juciy always be gamin', keep that roast to the flame 'n
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Slangin' dope in the Grove, all the way to Black Haven
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Call your boy on the cell, if you want somethin', hail
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We got prostitutes and whitey-white just tryin' to make mail
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Have you been to the North, Memphis where I be stayin'
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Where them golds, they be shinin', nothin' but smiles on they faces
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Always stumblin', rumblin', keep the freaky hoes comin'
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If they wanna suck the dick, we put that nut in they stomach
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[DJ Paul]
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Ain't no problem that's to big, nigga fucked up 'bout no task
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Two of them coloreds with them masks, sawed-off pumps for mega-blast
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Forty-thousand, one in the chamber, buck artila for gettin' his own man
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Nigga I'm my own man, never catch me runnin' from no man
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It's so strange, the look on you face that does not bring
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Or brings it to doors lane, put blood on your close lane
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Your eyes be like closin', hoes from head to toes 'n
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Fuck 'round with the chosen, got you stiff like posin'
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[Chorus: DJ Paul & Big Gipp (together, Big Gipp sings) (2x)]
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[Big Gipp (Juicy J)]
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Don't give a fuck, I'm stayin' slizzard
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Tough like chicken gizzards, strickly 'Cardi, wizard
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Pill popper, afro, straight blowed
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Corner coves, what I'm talkin', what you know
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'Bout that girl, 'bout that boy, keep that nose itchin'
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Skin scrachin', junkies steady bitchin'
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I can't feel it, nigga please, stop that actin', cough it up
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4 for the 5, is what I'm sellin', sawed-off 12 'n started bailin'
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Kickin' do's, snatchin' clothes, catchin' hoes, gettin' cases
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Sittin' in the country thinkin' about my money on vacation
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This for the ones that love the club pop, sip-sip
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Gipp dip, In a ho, in the jail, rollin' crip
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Keep it crackin', keep it throwed, who shot first, nobody knows
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How it goes, what you know, 'bout these streets I'm down fo'
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(ATL...)
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Watcha Know
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| Three 6 Mafia |
