Say It to My Face lyrics

by

Trick Daddy


[Verse 1: Young Buck]
I'm sick and tired of these same ol' broke b*tches
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 n*gga, we don't buy the bar no mo' (nah)
Pull up the paperwork, tell the owner he can go
Walk like a pimp b*tch, talk like a soldier
I got New York n*ggas 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, b*tch

[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 b*tch
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 n*gga 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 n*gga 'bout me
Bet he'll tell you Bun B is straight motherf*ckin G (G)
A gangsta from his toes to the top of his fitted
Trillest n*gga in the flesh (flesh) you can't f*ck 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 n*gga please, you don't wanna save your breath
By myself, I'mma ride 'til no enemy is left
When the middle finger n*ggas 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, n*gga please, quiet as kept
I bet they die before they reach that first motherf*ckin step
I rep them UnderGround Kingz, f*ck boy, Pimp and Bun
If it's action that you want, my n*gga 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 b*tch
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 n*ggas they like to talk sh*t, in the uniform
Guess what? Them n*ggas 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 b*tch, 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 b*tches
Y'all mad at me for that, y'all n*ggas some b*tches
Undercover groupie n*ggas 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 di*k suckers keep runnin your mouth
And I'mma give you muh'f*ckers 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 b*tch
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)
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