Young Buck Lyrics

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[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]

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of "Say it to My Face" by Young Buck, Bun B, MJG, and 8Ball are about the hate that they receive from people who talk behind their backs but are not brave enough to face them. Young Buck starts the song by expressing his frustration with broke women who only smoke weed and are always prying into his financial affairs, and he tells them to get a job. He boasts of his wealth and success while challenging anyone who hates on him to speak their mind to his face. Moreover, he emphasizes that he doesn't care about being in trouble with the law as it doesn't change anything. The chorus repeats the theme of people talking behind their backs, and the second verse by Bun B is all about how he is the real deal as a gangster, and he cannot tolerate anyone who talks too much without confronting him. He strongly states that whoever wants to start an altercation should bring it on.

The third verse, delivered by MJG, is also about people who talk too much and are not genuine. He reveals that people talk even when they are wrong and fake, and he warns them not to cross his path. Finally, 8Ball's verse is all about smoking weed and getting bad women, and he boldly tackles his haters, who are always talking behind his back. He emphasizes that he doesn't smoke regular weed, but no matter what security does to stop them, they still smoke weed whenever and wherever they want. In summary, the "Say It to My Face" song is about confronting haters and anyone who talks behind their back, and most importantly, having the courage to face the music.

Line by Line Meaning

I'm sick and tired of these same ol' broke bitches
I'm annoyed by these women who always have no money

No job, all they wanna do is smoke swishas
These women have no work ethic and always smoke weed

Get some money, ho; why you wanna watch mine?
Why are you so concerned about my money? Get your own

Ain't no tellin' what I'm gon' be drivin' next time
I will have a new car soon, who knows what it will be

Seven-figga, nigga; we don't buy the bar no mo'
We have lots of money and don't need to spend it buying drinks at the bar anymore

Pull up the paper work, tell the owner he can go
We have proof of ownership, so the bar owner can leave

Walk like a pimp, bitch
I have the confident walk of a pimp

Talk like a soldier
I have the authoritative tone of a soldier

I got New York niggas candy paintin' up they rovers
My New York friends have painted their Range Rovers in bright colors

It say two hundred, but it go a little over
The car may say it costs $200,000, but it's worth more

Not the Corvette, the Ferrari Testarossa
I don't have a Corvette, I have a Ferrari Testarossa

We can bet on any point on the dice
We can gamble on any number on the dice

Pick 'em up, shake 'em twice, get 'em, girl
Pick up the dice, shake them twice, and let's play

Look, I'm nice; I'm so clean with my G-Unit kicks on
I look good with my clean G-Unit shoes on

I might be goin' in when pimp C get home
I might be going to jail when Pimp C is released

If you don't like me, say it to my face
If you have a problem with me, tell me directly

Just because I caught a case don't mean you can't be erased
Just because I got in trouble with the law doesn't mean I won't take action against those who cross me

It must be the ice or the money that I make
People must be jealous of my jewelry and my wealth

They talk behind my back, but they won't say it to my face
People gossip about me, but they are too cowardly to confront me

Ho, say it to my face (yeah), say it to my face (yeah)
Hey, if you have something to say, say it to me directly

It gotta be the cars or the trips that I take
People must be envious of my cars and vacations

That make 'em wanna hate; won't you say it in my face, bitch?
These things make people hate me, but they are too scared to tell me to my face

They call me M-dot, MJG I mean
My name is M-dot or MJG

I'm packin' some weight
I have a lot of drugs with me

They ain't talkin' 'bout trill jeans
People aren't talking about the quality of my jeans (they're talking about me)

'Cause they like to talk shit in they uniform
They like to talk badly about me while hiding behind a uniform (power)

Guess what, them niggas still phony as the unicorn
The people who talk behind my back are still fake as unicorns (don't exist)

And I'll be damned if I run you bust though
I won't back down, I'll fight until the end

They run outta guns; man, you so dumb
If they run out of guns, they are stupid

You faker than a bitch snitchen' on the track
You are fake like a woman reporting on illegal activity

I'm about to pull a bun
I'm about to shoot someone (like Bun B)

And bust a fuckin' cap
I'm going to shoot someone

All Ball do is smoke weed and get bad bitches
I enjoy smoking weed and being with attractive women

And if y'all mad at me for that, then y'all niggas some bitches
If you're mad at me for that, then you're being ridiculous

Undercover groupie niggas want them stop and plead
People who pretend to be fans secretly want to stop me and ask for favors

For the last time I don't smoke regular weed
I smoke high-quality, expensive weed

It don't matter where we at, man
It doesn't matter where we are

We fire in it up
We are smoking weed

Security don't stop the weed from findin' us
Security doesn't stop us from smoking weed

Industry dick suckas, keep runnin' ya mouth
People in the industry who kiss up to others need to stop talking

And I'm a give ya motherfuckers something to talk about
And I will give them something to really talk about (something controversial)!

You can go anywhere cross the U.S.
You can travel anywhere in the United States

From north to the south, east mid to the west
From the northern states to the southern states, from the east coast to the west coast

Walk up in the hardest hood, ask a nigga 'bout me
Go to the toughest neighborhood and ask about me (I'm well-known)

Bet they tell ya Bun B is straight mothafuckin' G
They will tell you that Bun B is a real gangster

A gangsta from his toes to the top of his fitted
I am a gangster from my toes to the top of my hat

Trillest nigga in the flesh; you can't fuck wit' it
I am the realest person out here, you can't compete with me

Got the German hand guns - they shoot two, two, three
I have German-made handguns that fire bullets of size 2.23mm

Bust through ya condo and rip open ya knees (rip open ya knees)
I will shoot through your apartment and injure your legs

My nigga, please, you don't want it; save your breath
Don't even try to challenge me, it's useless

By myself I'm a ride till no enemy is left
I will fight until all of my enemies are defeated, even if I'm alone

When the middle finger niggas hit your block like insurgents
When my group of people come to your neighborhood, we come like insurgents

There's no deterrence from us cleanin' your clock like detergents
We will defeat you without fear, like cleaning a clock

Buck, they don't think I am nigga, please
Some people don't believe that I am who I say I am

Why, this pimp - I bet they die before they reach their first
I'm such a pimp that I guarantee people will die before they make any real money

Mothafuckin' sale
Ever selling anything at all

I rep' them underground kings; fuck boy pimp and bun
I represent the underground rap group UGK (Underground Kings), rather than being a fake pimp or ultimate tough guy

If it's action that you want, my nigga, come get you some
If you want to fight me, come and try me

They talk behind my back, but they won't say it to my face
People gossip about me but won't confront me about it

It must be the ice or the money that I make
People must be jealous of my jewelry and my wealth

Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: AMIR RASHON PERRY, BERNARD JAMES FREEMAN, DAVID DARNELL BROWN, MARLON J. GOODWIN, PREMRO VONZELLAIRE SMITH

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