Three 6 Mafia - Fuck What U Heard - Sözleri

DJ Paul talking]  

  

 Yeah nigga this shit still goes on  

 I want you to listen to every  

 Punk motherfuckas,  

 Cause this is directly to you hoe  

 motherfucking word in this song bitch  

 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  

 [3x]  

  

 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 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 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  

 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, fuck what u heard boy  

 [Hook (2x)]  

  

 [Verse 3: DJ Paul]  

 My nigga fuck 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 fuckin' 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 fuckin' 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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