Bun B - Say it to My Face lyrics

[Young Buck] I'm sick and tired of these same ol' broke b**hes 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***a, we don't buy the bar no mo' (nah) Pull up the paperwork, tell the owner he can go Walk like a pimp b**h, talk like a soldier I got New York n***as 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**h [Hook: 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 (yeah) 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**h 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) [Bun B] + {Young Buck} Say n***a 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***a 'bout me Bet he'll tell you Bun B is straight motherf**in G (G) A gangsta from his toes to the top of his fitted Trillest n***a in the flesh (flesh) you can't f** 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***a please, you don't wanna save your breath By myself, I'mma ride 'til no enemy is left When the middle finger n***as 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***a please} quiet as kept I bet they die before they reach that first motherf**in step I rep them UnderGround Kingz, f** boy, Pimp and Bun If it's action that you want, my n***a come get you some (c'mon) [Hook] [MJG] We pimp type, MJG, I mean Them packin some weight and I ain't talkin 'bout, Creatine Some n***as they like to talk sh**, in the uniform Guess what? Them n***as 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 beach, snitchin on the trap I'm about to put a permanent stitch up in your yap [8 Ball] Ay, all Ball do is smoke weed and get bad b**hes Y'all mad at me for that, y'all n***as some b**hes Undercover groupie n***as 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 s**ers keep runnin your mouth And I'mma give you muh'f**ers somethin to talk about, yea [Hook]