Fetti Cash - Hear That Sh*t Lyrics
Hear That Sh*t(To all you hatersthats on my beef stickpeep this)(chorus 3x):They talking bout the banditYeah I hear that sh*tThey said he's a punk he's a p*ssyYeah I hear that sh*tAsk him why he ain't try the beastYou won't hear no sh*t(Verse):I'm on the road to the riches I don't got no time for b*tchingNo disrespect this is business I'm on my ishhAnd I don't give a f*ck who pissed off step up and get knocked downI been had the crown in my town, who acting like I don't get downI bet they was the first n*ggas shook when the bandit jumped outNow I'm in chill mode and they still want me to lose my coolLike the beast won't have a all out feast and eat foodI'm from the heart of hip-hop the bronx and I'm dead niceAnd they still don't wanna give me my props then f*ck yallRegardless I'ma make it with or without yallI'm in my own lane and I'm sick with the word playI was always hip-hop I just loved to rap-a-lotI grew thru the years I showed n*ggas no fearI was always rough and tough if you call my bluff what!!Its the bandit and don't want me to act upTransform optimus crime to that truck(chorus 3x)(Verse 2):I'm on that dirty rotten scoundrel that bandit is sick ohh sh*tWho let him out its on now, no doubtYall know he the type of n*gga that if you talk sh*t he run in ya mouthAnd if you got real bread then he run in ya houseSmack your child, rape your spouse, blow up ya carWith that *****tail snipe yo a** off the roof, I ain't scared to shootI'ma shooter don't make me lose my cool, you took my kindness for weaknessYou didn't know no good, thats what got your a** beat up and stomped in the hoodI'm from the 14 Hunnit side of the web I get it inMost of my friends I had love for is now foesWe was real close now we approach each other with the toastThese haters wanna see me go I bet they go before me I'ma real GThey straight phonies, I make touch downs and never fumble the ball (oowww)(chorus 3x)
