Young Buck Feat. 8Ball & MJG & Bun B - Say It To My Face | Текст песни

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• Young Buck Feat. 8Ball & MJG & Bun B
• Say It To My Face

I'm sick and tired of these same ol' broke bitches

No job all they wanna do is smoke swishas

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 ferarri 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 the 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

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 2 2 3

Bust through ya condo n rip open ya knees (rip open ya knees)

My nigga please you don't want it save your breath

By myself imma ride till no enemy is left

When the middle finger niggas hit your block like insurgents

Theres no deterants 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 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 the 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

I'm packin' some weight

They ain't talkin bout trill jeans

Cuz 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 run 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 fuckin' 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 fire in it up

Security don't stop the weed from findin' us

Industry dick suckas keep runnin ya mouth

And imma give ya motherfuckas 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 t

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