[DJ Paul talking]

Yeah ^!$$% this %#@! still goes on

Punk mother$#&@as,
I want you to listen to every
mother$#&@ing word in this song (*##$

Cause this is directly to you hoe
You mother$#&@in' in the face $$#
Cross this ^!$$%, $#&@ y'all

This for you ^!$$%, (*##$

[Hook:]


$#&@ what u heard,
$#&@ what u heard about me ^!$$%

[x3]

Step up to these killas

Feel the $#&@in' trigger

[Verse 1: Crunchy Blac]


$#&@ what you heard if ya ain't heard this
That I roll wid a group ah ^!$$%s quick to throw fits

Quick to go get,
Quick to go rob him a (*##$,
Quick to go lay down some platinum hits

I'm tired of you (*##$es go runnin' y'all mouth
Talkin' about, we ain't really keepin' it South
I put the gun in yo mouth,

And blow ya mother$#&@in' brains out
$#&@ what you heard and it just no doubt, ^!$$%


[Verse 2: Lord Infamous]

^!$$%s like to gossip like some (*##$es

They down be round they (*##$es
Cause they (*##$es groupie (*##$es
And since I cut Three 6 these (*##$es wanna claim my dick,

We throwin' hits, they throwin fits
These (*##$es need to quit,
They wanna be down wid it

But these ^!$$%s won't admit it,
They droppin' to they knees
They beggin' please to be a 6,

You ^!$$%s on my dirt,
I smack you like a bird,
Because you fulla sherm,

And by the way, $#&@ what u heard boy

[Hook x2]


[Verse 3: DJ Paul]


My ^!$$% $#&@ 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 crosses all up in this %#@!
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 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 %#@!, wouldn't twirk

Tryna make them locals come above me
But it didn't work,
I got you (*##$es hot (hot)
You hopin' that I stop (stop)
I'm ten years in the game

Wid out a $#&@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
^!$$% if you claim you buck

Handle ya $#&@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 (*##$
We show them golds and flash the ice

[Hook: 'til fade]