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Three 6 Mafia Kings Of Memphis (Volume 3) Fuck What U Heard [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 [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 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 (2x)] [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)] |
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