Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Say It To My Face, artist - Young Buck. Date of issue: 31.12.2005
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
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 |