T.I. "What You Know"

T.I. “What You Know” Chorus

Hey, hey, hey, hey,
What you know about that? [3x]
Hey, don’t you know I got a key by the three
When I chirp, shorty chirp back
Louis knapsack, where I’m holdin’ all the work at
What you know about that? What you know about that?
What you know about that?
Hey, I know all about that
Loaded .44 on the low where the cheese at
Fresh out the jet to the ’jects where the Gs at
What you know about that? What you know about that?
Hey, what you know about that?
Hey, I know all about that

WHITED:
Hello! Excuse me! Sir! Pardon your blessing!
What do you know about that (of which I speak)? [thrice]
Do you fail to realize that I have in my possession three kilograms of narcotics?
When I speak through my cellular phone’s walkie talkie function to my lady,
My lady responds in kind!
I own a Louis Vuitton-brand knapsack, which contains said narcotics
And what, pray tell, do you know about that? What do you know about that?
Again: What do you know about that?
Because, if I may interject, I know everything there is to know regarding the subject.
I keep a fully-loaded .44 Remington Magnum firearm hidden with my currency.
I recently deplaned and drove to the low-income government public housing
Where all the gangsters reside
What do you know about that? What do you know about that?
Sir, I repeat: What do you know about that?
Because, again, I know all about that.

T.I. “What You Know” Verse 1

See me in your city, sittin’ pretty, know I’m shinin’, dog
Ridin’ wid a couple Latin broads and a China doll,
And you know how we ball, ridin’ in shiny car
Walk in designer mall, buy everything he saw
You know about me, dog; ’on’t talk about me, dog
And if you doubt me, dog, you’d better out me, dog

WHITED

Gaze upon me looking dapper as I enter your municipality

And know that I am indeed doing as well as I appear to be, canine

Cause be that I am riding alongside two Latin-American fastfannies

As well as an adorable Oriental bawd

And certainly you’re aware of how I and my colleagues express our decadence

Driving in automobiles polished exquisitely,

We stride into high-end consumer boutiques,

And he (myself in the third person, naturally) purchased everything he witnessed

You’re aware of my reputation, cur; therefore I beseech you not to discuss me, cur

And should you find cause to doubt my statements, cur

Then you would be wise to vacate my immediate presence, cur!

I’m throwed off slightly, bro; don’t wanna fight me, bro
I’m fast as lightning, bro; you better use your Nikes, bro
Know you don’t like me ’cause your bitch most likely does
She see me on them dubs in front of every club
I be on dro, I’m buzzed. Gave every ho a hug
Niggaz, don’t show me mugs, ’cause you don’t know me, cuz

I must admit I’m slightly inebriated, brother, but I strongly urge you not to tussle with me

I am fast as one of Zeus’ heaven-borne bolts!

You’d be wise to don a pair of athletic training sneakers and flee!

I understand that you do not care for me because your lady is quite certainly attracted to me

She saw me in my automobile with modified twenty-inch wheels

Parked outside of every nightclub

As of now, I’m intoxicated through hydroponically-grown marijuana usage

Causing me to embrace every prostitute within range

African-American males, please keep your grimaces to yourself

You simply are not aware of the scope of my personality, false friend!

T.I. “What You Know” Verse 2

Candy on the ’64, leather guts and fish bowl
50 on the pinky ring just to make my fist glow
Your bitches get low because I get dough
So what? I’m rich, ho. I still’ll pull a kick-do’
What you talking shit fo’? Ain’t gotta run and get folk
Got you a-yellin, I thought you’d pull out a gun and hit folk

Look upon the resplendent coloring of my classic 1964 Chevrolet Impala automobile
Whose interior is leathered and fogged with a haze of marijuana smoke.
Upon the ring of my smallest finger sits a 50-carat diamond
Put there merely to attract the attention of any who should see me.
Your strumpets dance lewdly because I am affluent,
But who does it concern? I remain affluent, harlot.
And I will kick the door of your automobile inward!
Why on earth do you continue to spread untruths?
You need not run to your kin for protection
—In the panic of your retreat, I imagined you’d accidentally shoot one of them!

But you’s a scary dude, believed by very few
Just keep it very cool or we will bury you
See, all that attitude’s unnecessary, dude
’Cause you never carry tools; not even square, he cubed
You got these people fooled, who see you on the tube
Whatever. Try the crew: they’ll see you on the news

However, to humor you, yes, you are a frightening fellow (who few believe the stories of!)
Please, refrain from harassing my friends and I or we shall assassinate you
For you see, all of your bravado is unnecessary, fancy Dan
You are never even armed!
Far from being a mere dullard, you are some new species of ultra-dolt!
You have done the disservice of deceiving those who have seen you on the television
It matters not! Act indecorously among my cohorts and the same innocents
You earlier deceived will then witness your televised obituary!

T.I. “What You Know” Verse 3

Fresh off the jet to the block, burnin’ rubber with the top popped
My partner busting shots; I tell him stop, it make the block hot
Your label got got ’cause you are not hot
I got the top spot and it will not stop
Hey, video or not, dog, we bust it till the glock stop
Drag ya out that Bentley coupe and take it to the chop shop

WHITED:

Recently disembarked from the airplane and onward to the inner city,

I’m driving in excess of the speed limit with my convertible roof down.

My associates are discharging their firearms;

I appeal them to cease so as not to be brought under scrutiny for our illegal actions.

Your record label was defrauded because you are an unskilled emcee

While I am acclaimed as greatest among emcees—and that shan’t change!

Whether we’re being video-recorded or not, cur,

We will fire upon you until our striker-fired polymer-framed Austrian pistols are spent!

I will physically remove you from your Bentley-brand coupé

And then take it to the illegal car-disassembling facility

Partner, we not y’all, if it may pop off
I'll answer the question “Will I get ya block knocked off?” (Yeah)
This what it is, bro: look, I will kill bro
I’m in your hood; if you a gangsta, what you hid for?
Somebody better get bro ’fore he get sent for
You say you wanna squash it—what you still talkin’ shit for?

Friend, I shan’t be on your side if conflict arises.

Allow me to answer my own question: “Shall I decapitate you?” (Yes)

Here is the situation at hand, brother: I shall murder a brother, i.e. you

I am in your neighborhood; if you are truly a ruffian, why have you hidden yourself?

It’d be wise for someone to find Brother before I request his presence

You claimed to want to resolve our rivalry—

Why, then, do you continue to speak ill of me?