[DJ Paul talking]    Yeah nigga this shit still goes on  Punk motherfuckas,  I want you to listen to every  motherfucking 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    [Hook:]    Fuck what u heard,  Fuck what u heard about me nigga  [3x]    Step up to these killas  Feel the fuckin' trigger    [Verse 1: Crunchy Blac]    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    [Verse 2: Lord Infamous]    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    [Hook (2x)]    [Verse 3: DJ Paul]    My nigga fuck 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 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 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 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    [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  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 fight  When we pimpin' on yo bitch  We show them golds and flash the ice    [Hook ('til fade)]