Say It To My Face Lyrics - 8 Ball

[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]