[Intro: DJ Paul]
Yeah n***a 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 ho
You motherfuckin' in the face ass
Cross this n***a, fuck y'all
This for you n***a, bitch
[Hook]
Fuck what u heard, fuck what u heard about me n***a
Fuck what u heard, fuck what u heard about me n***a
Fuck what u heard, fuck what u heard about me n***a
Step up to these killas, feel the fuckin' trigger
[Verse 1: Crunchy Black]
Fuck what you heard if ya ain't heard this
That I roll wid a group ah n***as 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, n***a
[Verse 2: Lord Infamous]
N***as like to gossip like some bitches
They doubt me '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 wit' it, but these n***as won't admit it
They droppin' to they knees, they beggin' please to be a 6
You n***as on my dirt, I smack you like a birch
Because you fulla shird and by the way fuck what u heard, boy
[Hook]
Fuck what u heard, fuck what u heard about me n***a
Fuck what u heard, fuck what u heard about me n***a
Fuck what u heard, fuck what u heard about me n***a
Step up to these killas, feel the fuckin' trigger
Fuck what u heard, fuck what u heard about me n***a
Fuck what u heard, fuck what u heard about me n***a
Fuck what u heard, fuck what u heard about me n***a
Step up to these killas, feel the fuckin' trigger
[Verse 3: DJ Paul]
My n***a 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 crossers all up in this shit, crossers all up in my click
Got most of them crossers 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 wit' 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
N***a 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]
Fuck what u heard, fuck what u heard about me n***a
Fuck what u heard, fuck what u heard about me n***a
Fuck what u heard, fuck what u heard about me n***a
Step up to these killas, feel the fuckin' trigger
Fuck what u heard, fuck what u heard about me n***a
Fuck what u heard, fuck what u heard about me n***a
Fuck what u heard, fuck what u heard about me n***a
Step up to these killas, feel the fuckin' trigger
