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 Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com