| 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 ho
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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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| Step up to these killas
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| Feel the fuckin' trigger
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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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| Niggas like to gossip like some bitches
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| They doubt me 'round they bitches
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| Cause they bitches groupie bitches
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| And since I cut Three 6
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| 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 birch
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| Because you fulla shird
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| And by the way, fuck what u heard boy
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| Hook (2x)
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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 crossers all up in this shit
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| Crossers all up in my click
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| Got most of them crossers 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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| 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) |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Fuck What U Heard, artist - Three 6 Mafia. Album song Kings Of Memphis: Underground, Vol. 3, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп