Say It To My Face Songtext / Lyric

I'm Sick And Tired of These Same ol' Broke Bitches

No Job All They Wanna Do Is Smoke Swishes

Get Some Money Hoe 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 200 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



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

Hoe, 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 These Cars Or The Trips That I Take

That Make em Wanna Hate, Won't You Say it in My Face Bitch

Hoe, 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



You Can Go Anywhere Cross The US

From North To The South East Mid To The West

Walk Up In The Hardest Hood Ask a Nigga Bout Me

They Gon Tell Ya Bun B Is Straight Mothaf**kin' G'

A Gangsta From His Toes To The Top Of His Fitted

Trillest Nigga In The Flesh You Can't F**k Wit' It

Got The German Hand Guns They Shoot 2 2 3

Bust Thru Ya Condo n Rip Open Ya Knees

My Nigga Please You Don't Want It Save Your Breath

By Yourself Imma Ride Till Ain't No Enemy Is Left

When The Middle Finger Niggas Hit Your Block Like Insurgents

There's No Deterrents from us Cleanin' Your Clock Like Detergent

Buck They Don't Think I Am, Nigga Please

Why This Pimp I Bet They Die Before They Reach Their First

Mothaf**kin' Sale

I Rep Them Underground Kings F**k Boy Pimp And Bun

If It's Action That You Wan't Mah Nigga Come Get You Some



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

Hoe, 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 These Cars Or The Trips That I Take

That Make em Wanna Hate, Won't You Say it in My Face Bitch

Hoe, 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



They Call Me M Dot MJG I Mean That

I'm Packin' Some Weight And

They Ain't Talkin Bout Trill Jeans Them Niggas

They Like To Talk Shit In They Uniform Guess What

Them Niggas Still Phoney As The Unicorn

And I'll Be Damned If I Run You Bust Tho

They Ran Outta Guns Man U So Dumb

You Faker Than A Bitch Snitchen On The Track

I'm About To Pull a Bun

And Bust A F**kin' Cap



All Ball Do Is Smoke Weed And Get Bad Bitches

And If Ya'll Mad At Me For That Then Ya'll 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 Firin It Up

Security Don't Stop The Weed Man From Findin' Us

Industry Dick Suckas Keep Runnin Ya Mouth

And Imma Give Ya Motherf**kas Something To Talk About



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

Hoe, 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 These Cars Or The Trips That I Take

That Make em Wanna Hate, Won't You Say it in My Face Bitch

Hoe, 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