Fuck What U Heard Lyrics

DJ Paul talking]

Yeah nigga this shit still goes on
I want you to listen to every
Punk motherf**kas,
Cause this is directly to you hoe
motherf**king word in this song bitch
You motherf**kin' in the face a*s
Cross this nigga, f**k y'all
This for you nigga, bitch

[Hook:]

f**k what u heard,
f**k what u heard about me nigga
[3x]

Step up to these killas
Feel the f**kin' trigger

[Verse 1: Crunchy Blac]

f**k what you heard if ya ain't heard this
That I roll wid a group ah niggas quick to throw fits
Quick to go get,
Quick to go lay down some platinum hits
Quick to go rob him a bitch,
I'm tired of you bitches go runnin' y'all mouth
Talkin' about, we ain't really keepin' it South
I put the gun in yo mouth,
And blow ya motherf**kin' brains out
f**k what you heard and it just no doubt, nigga


[Verse 2: Lord Infamous]
Niggas like to gossip like some bitches
They down be round they bitches
Cause they bitches groupie bitches
And since I cut Three 6 these bitches wanna claim my d**k,
We throwin' hits, they throwin fits
They wanna be down wid it
These bitches need to quit,
But these niggas won't admit it,
They droppin' to they knees
They 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, f**k what u heard boy
[Hook (2x)]

[Verse 3: DJ Paul]
My nigga f**k it what u heard

Or get ya guns and come and test this hundred ninety proof,
You need to find out the truth,
Pounds, and silent spotted
Nuthin' but tickets in my wallet
All these hatas got me scopin' man
They still can't stop it for sure,
There's crosses all up in this shit
Crosses all up in my click
Got most of them crosses out
But still I got a few to get
Those who used to be wid me like,
Hope that boy ahead and he fall
Sick ah hearin' from they dogs,
Man you need some beats from Paul
Never happy keep on rappin'
Tryna live as good as me
Just bought my crib for a half a mil
I guess that's why they dis-like
And claim my shit, wouldn't twirk
My life complete
Tryna make them locals come above me
But it didn't work,
I got you bitches hot (hot)
You hopin' that I stop (stop)
I'm ten years in the game
It's like I hear me
I guess I get bad off in these streets
Wid out a f**kin' clock (clock)
And it's like I don't hear me
While they bail off
[Verse 4: Juicy J]


I was born up in the ghetto streets
Call me on my cellular phone
Always learn to pack the heat
Cowards like to talk and plan
If you want that work from me
Nigga if you claim you buck
Point some fingers say some names
Handle ya f**kin' business man
I been rollin' from the start
Evergreen is where I'm from
Always snatch a coward car
Sippin on the syrup we slum
In the night we smoke and light
At the club we start a fight
When we pimpin' on yo bitch
We show them golds and flash the ice

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