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