Say It to My Face

[Verse 1: Young Buck]

I'm sick and tired of these same ol' broke bitches

No job, all they wanna do is smoke swishers

Get some money ho, why you wanna watch mine?

Ain't no tellin what I'm gon' be drivin next time

Seven figure nigga, we don't buy the bar no mo' (nah)

Pull up the paperwork, 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 Ferrari Testarosa

And we can bet on any point on the dice

Pick 'em up, shake 'em twice, get 'em girl, look I'm nice

{Dirty South} 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, bitch

[Chorus: Young Buck]

It must be the ice or the money that I make (yeahhhh)

They talk behind my back but they won't say it to my face ho

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 (let's go)

It gotta be these cars or the trips that I take (what)

That make 'em wanna hate, won't you say it in my face bitch

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 (yeah)

[Verse 2: Bun B & Young Buck]

Say nigga you can go anywhere across the U.S. (S)

From North to the South, East, Mid to the West

Walk up in the hardest hood, ask a nigga 'bout me

Bet he'll tell you Bun B is straight motherfuckin G (G)

A gangsta from his toes to the top of his fitted

Trillest nigga in the flesh (flesh) you can't fuck wit it

Got them German handguns, they shoot two-two-threes

Bust through your condo ('do) and rip open your knees (open your knees)

My nigga please, you don't wanna save your breath

By myself, I'mma ride 'til no enemy is left

When the middle finger niggas hit yo' block, like it's urgent

Just know the turrets from us cleanin yo' clock, like detergent

Buck, they don't think I hear 'em, nigga please, quiet as kept

I bet they die before they reach that first motherfuckin step

I rep them UnderGround Kingz, fuck boy, Pimp and Bun

If it's action that you want, my nigga come get you some (c'mon)

[Chorus: Young Buck]

It must be the ice or the money that I make (yeahhhh)

They talk behind my back but they won't say it to my face ho

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 (let's go)

It gotta be these cars or the trips that I take (what)

That make 'em wanna hate, won't you say it in my face bitch

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 (yeah)

[verse 3: MJG]

We pimp type, MJG, I mean

Them packin some weight and I ain't talkin 'bout, Creatine

Some niggas they like to talk shit, in the uniform

Guess what? Them niggas still phony as a unicorn

And I'll be damned if I run

You bust the do', they ran out of guns, man you so dumb

Puttin faith in the bitch, snitchin on the trap

I'm about to put a permanent stitch up in your yap

[Verse 4: 8 Ball]

Ay, all Ball do is smoke weed and get bad bitches

Y'all mad at me for that, y'all niggas some bitches

Undercover groupie niggas with the stop and plead

For the last time, I don't smoke regular weed

It don't matter where we at mayne, we fire it up

Security don't stop the weed man from findin us

Industry dick suckers keep runnin your mouth

And I'mma give you muh'fuckers somethin to talk about, yea

[Chorus: Young Buck]

It must be the ice or the money that I make (yeahhhh)

They talk behind my back but they won't say it to my face ho

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 (let's go)

It gotta be these cars or the trips that I take (what)

That make 'em wanna hate, won't you say it in my face bitch

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 (yeah)