[DJ Paul talking]
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Yeah nigga this shit still goes on
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Punk motherfuckas,
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I want you to listen to every
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motherfucking word in this song bitch
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Cause this is directly to you hoe
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You motherfuckin' in the face ass
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Cross this nigga, fuck y'all
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This for you nigga, bitch
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[Hook:]
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Fuck what u heard,
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Fuck what u heard about me nigga
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[3x]
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Step up to these killas
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Feel the fuckin' trigger
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[Verse 1: Crunchy Blac]
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Fuck what you heard if ya ain't heard this
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That I roll wid a group ah niggas quick to throw fits
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Quick to go get,
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Quick to go rob him a bitch,
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Quick to go lay down some platinum hits
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I'm tired of you bitches go runnin' y'all mouth
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Talkin' about, we ain't really keepin' it South
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I put the gun in yo mouth,
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And blow ya motherfuckin' brains out
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Fuck what you heard and it just no doubt, nigga
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[Verse 2: Lord Infamous]
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Niggas like to gossip like some bitches
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They down be round they bitches
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Cause they bitches groupie bitches
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And since I cut Three 6 these bitches wanna claim my dick,
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We throwin' hits, they throwin fits
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These bitches need to quit,
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They wanna be down wid it
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But these niggas won't admit it,
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They droppin' to they knees
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They beggin' please to be a 6,
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You niggas on my dirt,
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I smack you like a bird,
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Because you fulla sherm,
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And by the way, fuck what u heard boy
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[Hook (2x)]
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[Verse 3: DJ Paul]
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My nigga fuck it what u heard
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You need to find out the truth,
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Or get ya guns and come and test this hundred ninety proof,
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Pounds, and silent spotted
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Nuthin' but tickets in my wallet
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All these hatas got me scopin' man
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They still can't stop it for sure,
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There's crosses all up in this shit
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Crosses all up in my click
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Got most of them crosses out
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But still I got a few to get
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Those who used to be wid me like,
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Hope that boy ahead and he fall
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Sick ah hearin' from they dogs,
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Man you need some beats from Paul
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Never happy keep on rappin'
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Tryna live as good as me
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Just bought my crib for a half a mil
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My life complete
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I guess that's why they dis-like
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And claim my shit, wouldn't twirk
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Tryna make them locals come above me
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But it didn't work,
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I got you bitches hot (hot)
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You hopin' that I stop (stop)
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I'm ten years in the game
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Wid out a fuckin' clock (clock)
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It's like I hear me
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And it's like I don't hear me
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I guess I get bad off in these streets
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While they bail off
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[Verse 4: Juicy J]
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I was born up in the ghetto streets
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Always learn to pack the heat
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Call me on my cellular phone
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If you want that work from me
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Cowards like to talk and plan
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Point some fingers say some names
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Nigga if you claim you buck
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Handle ya fuckin' business man
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I been rollin' from the start
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Always snatch a coward car
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Evergreen is where I'm from
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Sippin on the syrup we slum
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In the night we smoke and light
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At the club we start a fight
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When we pimpin' on yo bitch
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We show them golds and flash the ice
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[Hook ('til fade)]
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Fuck What U Heard
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| Three 6 Mafia |
