Lyrics Say It To My Face - Young Buck, 8Ball, MJG

Say It To My Face

I’m sick and tired of these same ol’broke bitches
No job all they wanna do is smoke swishas
Get some money hoe why you wanna watch mine
Ain’t no tellin’what i’m gon’be drivin next time
Seven figga nigga we don’t buy the bar no mo Pull up the paper work tell the owner he can go Walk like a pimp bitch
Talk like a soldier
I got new york niggas candy paintin up they rovers
It say 200 but it go a little over
Not the corvette the ferarri testarossa
We can bet on any point on the dice
Pick em up Shake em twice
Get em girl
Look i’m nice
I’m so clean with my g-unit kicks on I might be goin’in when pimp c get home
If you don’t like me say it to my face
Just because i caught a case don’t mean you can’t be erased
It must be the ice or the money that i make
They talk behind my back but they won’t say it to my face
Hoe, say it to my face (yeah), say it to my face (yeah)
They talk behind my back but they won’t say it to my face
It gotta be the cars or the trips that i take
That make em wanna hate, won’t you say it in my face bitch
Hoe, say it to my face (yeah), say it to my face (yeah)
They talk behind my back but they won’t say it to my face
You can go anywhere cross the us From north to the south east mid to the west
Walk up in the hardest hood ask a nigga bout me Bet they tell ya bun b is straight mothafuckin’g'
A gangsta from his toes to the top of his fitted
Trillest nigga in the flesh you can’t fuck wit’it
Got the german hand guns they shoot 2 2 3
Bust through ya condo n rip open ya knees (rip open ya knees)
My nigga please you don’t want it save your breath
By myself imma ride till no enemy is left
When the middle finger niggas hit your block like insurgents
Theres no deterants from us cleanin’your clock like detergents
Buck they don’t think i am nigga please
Why this pimp i bet they die before they reach their first
Mothafuckin’sale
I rep them underground kings fuck boy pimp and bun
If it’s action that you wan’t mah nigga come get you some
It must be the ice or the money that i make
They talk behind my back but they won’t say it to my face
Hoe, say it to my face (yeah), say it to my face (yeah)
They talk behind my back but they won’t say it to my face
It gotta be the cars or the trips that i take
That make em wanna hate, won’t you say it in my face bitch
Hoe, say it to my face (yeah), say it to my face (yeah)
They talk behind my back but they won’t say it to my face
They call me m dot mjg i mean
I’m packin’some weight
They ain’t talkin bout trill jeans
Cuz they like to talk shit in they uniform
Guess what them niggas still phoney as the unicorn
And i’ll be damned if i run you bust tho
They run outta guns man u so dumb
You faker than a bitch snitchen on the track
I’m about to pull a bun
And bust a fuckin’cap
All ball do is smoke weed and get bad bitches
And if ya’ll mad at me for that then ya’ll niggas some bitches
Undercover groupie niggas want them stop and plead
For the last time i don’t smoke regular weed
It don’t matter where we at man
We fire in it up
Security don’t stop the weed from findin’us
Industry dick suckas keep runnin ya mouth
And imma give ya motherfuckas something to talk about
It must be the ice or the money that i make
They talk behind my back but they won’t say it to my face
Hoe, say it to my face (yeah), say it to my face (yeah)
They talk behind my back but they won’t say it to my face
It gotta be the cars or the trips that i take
That make em wanna hate, won’t you say it to my face bitch
Hoe, say it to my face (yeah), say it to my face (yeah)
They talk behind my back but they won’t say it to my face