Three 6 Mafia

Fuck What U Heard

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[DJ Paul talking]Yeah nigga this shit still goes onPunk motherfuckas,I want you to listen to everymotherfucking word in this song bitchCause this is directly to you hoeYou motherfuckin` in the face assCross this nigga, fuck y`allThis for you nigga, bitchHook:Fuck what u heard,Fuck what u heard about me nigga(3x)Step up to these killasFeel the fuckin` triggerVerse 1: Crunchy BlacFuck what you heard if ya ain`t heard thisThat I roll wid a group ah niggas quick to throw fitsQuick to go get,Quick to go rob him a bitch,Quick to go lay down some platinum hitsI`m tired of you bitches go runnin` y`all mouthTalkin` about, we ain`t really keepin` it SouthI put the gun in yo mouth,And blow ya motherfuckin` brains outFuck what you heard and it just no doubt, niggaVerse 2: Lord InfamousNiggas like to gossip like some bitchesThey down be round they bitchesCause they bitches groupie bitchesAnd since I cut Three 6 these bitches wanna claim my dick,We throwin` hits, they throwin fitsThese bitches need to quit,They wanna be down wid itBut these niggas won`t admit it,They droppin` to they kneesThey beggin` please to be a 6,You niggas on my dirt,I smack you like a bird,Because you fulla sherm,And by the way, fuck what u heard boyHook (2x)Verse 3: DJ PaulMy nigga fuck it what u heardYou need to find out the truth,Or get ya guns and come and test this hundred ninety proof,Pounds, and silent spottedNuthin` but tickets in my walletAll these hatas got me scopin` manThey still can`t stop it for sure,There`s crosses all up in this shitCrosses all up in my clickGot most of them crosses outBut still I got a few to getThose who used to be wid me like,Hope that boy ahead and he fallSick ah hearin` from they dogs,Man you need some beats from PaulNever happy keep on rappin`Tryna live as good as meJust bought my crib for a half a milMy life completeI guess that`s why they dis-likeAnd claim my shit, wouldn`t twirkTryna make them locals come above meBut it didn`t work,I got you bitches hot (hot)You hopin` that I stop (stop)I`m ten years in the gameWid out a fuckin` clock (clock)It`s like I hear meAnd it`s like I don`t hear meI guess I get bad off in these streetsWhile they bail offVerse 4: Juicy JI was born up in the ghetto streetsAlways learn to pack the heatCall me on my cellular phoneIf you want that work from meCowards like to talk and planPoint some fingers say some namesNigga if you claim you buckHandle ya fuckin` business manI been rollin` from the startAlways snatch a coward carEvergreen is where I`m fromSippin on the syrup we slumIn the night we smoke and lightAt the club we start a fightWhen we pimpin` on yo bitchWe show them golds and flash the iceHook (`til fade)

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