triple 6 mafia - fuck what u heard lyrics
yeah, n-gg-, this sh-t still goes on
punk, motherf-ckas
i want you to listen to every
motherf-ckin’ word in this song, b-tch
’cause this is directly to you, hoe
you motherf-ckin’ in the face -ss
cross this n-gg-, f-ck y’all
this for you n-gg-, b-tch
f-ck what u heard
f-ck what u heard about me, n-gg-
f-ck what u heard
f-ck what u heard about me, n-gg-
f-ck what u heard
f-ck what u heard about me, n-gg-
step up to these killas, feel the f-ckin’ trigger
f-ck what you heard if ya ain’t heard this
that i roll wid a group ah n-gg-s quick to throw fits
quick to go get, quick to go rob him a b-tch
quick to go lay down some platinum hits
i’m tired of you b-tches go runnin’ y’all mouth
talkin’ about, we ain’t really keepin’ it south
i put the gun in yo’ mouth and blow ya motherf-ckin’ brains out
f-ck what you heard and it just no doubt, n-gg-
n-gg-s like to gossip like some b-tches
they down be round they b-tches
’cause they b-tches groupie b-tches
and since i cut three 6 these b-tches wanna claim my d-ck
we throwin’ hits, they throwin’ fits
these b-tches need to quit, they wanna be down wid it
but these n-gg-s won’t admit it, they droppin’ to they knees
they beggin’ please to be a 6
you n-gg-s on my dirt
i smack you like a bird
because you fulla sherm
and by the way, f-ck what u heard, boy
f-ck what u heard
f-ck what u heard about me, n-gg-
f-ck what u heard
f-ck what u heard about me, n-gg-
step up to these killas, feel the f-ckin’ trigger
my n-gg-, f-ck it what you 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 sh-t
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 dog
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 sh-t wouldn’t twirk
tryna make them locals come above me
but it didn’t work
i got you b-tches hot
(hot)
you hopin’ that i stop
(stop)
i’m ten years in the game
wid out a f-ckin’ 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
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-gg-, if you claim you buck
handle ya f-ckin’ business, man
i been rollin’ from the start
always sn-tch 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 fightc
when we pimpin’ on yo’ b-tch
we show them golds and flash the ice
f-ck what u heard
f-ck what u heard about me, n-gg-
f-ck what u heard
f-ck what u heard about me, n-gg-
step up to these killas, feel the f-ckin’ trigger
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