Fuck What U Heard Lyrics - Underground, Vol. 3: Kings Of Memphis - Three 6 Mafia

Yeah, nigga, this shit still goes on 

Punk, motherfuckas 

I want you to listen to every 

Motherfuckin' 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 

Fuck what u heard 

Fuck what u heard about me, nigga 

Fuck what u heard 

Fuck what u heard about me, nigga 

Fuck what u heard 

Fuck what u heard about me, nigga 

Step up to these killas, feel the fuckin' trigger 

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 

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 

Fuck what u heard 

Fuck what u heard about me, nigga 

Fuck what u heard 

Fuck what u heard about me, nigga 

Step up to these killas, feel the fuckin' trigger 

My nigga, fuck 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 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 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 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 

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 fightc 

When we pimpin' on yo' bitch 

We show them golds and flash the ice 

Fuck what u heard 

Fuck what u heard about me, nigga 

Fuck what u heard 

Fuck what u heard about me, nigga 

Step up to these killas, feel the fuckin' trigger