Say It to My Face

[Young Buck] I'm sick and tired of these same ol' broke bitches No job, all they wanna do is smoke swishas Get some money, ho; 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 two hundred, but it go a little over Not the Corvette, the Ferrari 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 [Chorus] 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 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 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? 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 [Bun B] You can go anywhere cross the U.S. 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 two, two, three Bust through ya condo and rip open ya knees (rip open ya knees) My nigga, please, you don't want it; save your breath By myself I'm a ride till no enemy is left When the middle finger niggas hit your block like insurgents There's no deterrence 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 want, my nigga, come get you some [Chorus] [MJG] They call me M-dot, MJG I mean I'm packin' some weight They ain't talkin' 'bout trill jeans 'Cause they like to talk shit in they uniform Guess what, them niggas still phony as the unicorn And I'll be damned if I run you bust though They run outta guns; man, you so dumb You faker than a bitch snitchen' on the track I'm about to pull a bun And bust a fuckin' cap [8 Ball] All Ball do is smoke weed and get bad bitches And if y'all mad at me for that, then y'all 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 I'm a give ya motherfuckers something to talk about [Chorus]