Three 6 Mafia - Fuck What U Heard lyrics

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[DJ Paul talking]

Yeah nigga this shit still goes on

Punk motherfuckas,

I want you to listen to every

motherfucking word in this song bitch

Cause this is directly to you hoe

You motherfuckin' in the face ass

Cross this nigga, fuck y'all

This for you nigga, bitch

[Hook:]

Fuck what u heard,

Fuck what u heard about me nigga

[x3]

Step up to these killas

Feel the fuckin' trigger

[Verse 1: Crunchy Blac]

Fuck 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 rob him a bitch,

Quick to go lay down some platinum hits

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 motherfuckin' brains out

Fuck 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 dick,

We throwin' hits, they throwin fits

These bitches need to quit,

They wanna be down wid it

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, fuck what u heard boy

[Hook x2]

[Verse 3: DJ Paul]

My nigga fuck it what u heard

You need to find out the truth,

Or get ya guns and come and test this hundred ninety proof,

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

My life complete

I guess that's why they dis-like

And claim my shit, wouldn't twirk

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

Wid out a fuckin' clock (clock)

It's like I hear me

And it's like I don't hear me

I guess I get bad off in these streets

While they bail off

[Verse 4: Juicy J]

I was born up in the ghetto streets

Always learn to pack the heat

Call me on my cellular phone

If you want that work from me

Cowards like to talk and plan

Point some fingers say some names

Nigga if you claim you buck

Handle ya fuckin' business man

I been rollin' from the start

Always snatch a coward car

Evergreen is where I'm from

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

[Hook: 'til fade]