Juicy J - f** What U Heard lyrics

[DJ Paul talking] Yeah n***a this sh** still goes on Punk motherf**as I want you to listen to every Motherf**ing word in this song b**h Cause this is directly to you ho You motherf**in' in the face a** Cross this n***a, f** y'all This for you n***a, b**h ]Hook] f** what u heard f** what u heard about me n***a [3x] Step up to these k**as Feel the f**in' trigger [Verse 1: Crunchy Black] f** what you heard if ya ain't heard this That I roll wid a group ah n***as quick to throw fits Quick to go get Quick to go rob him a b**h Quick to go lay down some platinum hits I'm tired of you b**hes 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**in' brains out f** what you heard and it just no doubt, n***a [Verse 2: Lord Infamous] n***as like to gossip like some b**hes They doubt me 'round they b**hes Cause they b**hes groupie b**hes And since I cut Three 6 These b**hes wanna claim my dick We throwin' hits, they throwin fits These b**hes need to quit They wanna be down wid it But these n***as won't admit it They droppin' to they knees They beggin' please to be a 6 You n***as on my dirt I smack you like a birch Because you fulla shird And by the way, f** what u heard boy Hook (2x) [Verse 3: DJ Paul] My n***a f** 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 crossers all up in this sh** Crossers all up in my click Got most of them crossers 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 sh**, wouldn't twirk Tryna make them locals come above me But it didn't work I got you b**hes hot (hot) You hopin' that I stop (stop) I'm ten years in the game Wid out a f**in' 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 n***a if you claim you buck Handle ya f**in' 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 b**h We show them golds and flash the ice Hook ('til fade)