Say It To My face
Bun B Lyrics
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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
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]
The lyrics of Bun B's song "Say It To My Face" contain themes of confidence, success, and addressing those who talk negatively behind one's back. In the first verse, Young Buck expresses frustration towards women who are unemployed and only interested in smoking, emphasizing the need for them to get their own money. He also boasts about his wealth and the cars he drives, including a Ferrari Testarossa. Young Buck asserts his dominance and warns others not to cross him, even referencing his legal troubles. The chorus reinforces the idea that people may talk behind his back, but they won't confront him directly.
Bun B's verse highlights his gangsta reputation and his deep connection to the streets. He asserts his authenticity and warns his enemies of the consequences they'll face if they challenge him. His aggressive and confrontational language suggests that he is ready to defend himself and his reputation. Bun B proudly represents the "underground kings," referring to the influential rap duo UGK (Underground Kingz) that he was a part of.
MJG and 8 Ball's verses maintain the confrontational tone, with MJG calling out people who talk but lack authenticity, comparing them to mythical creatures. He asserts that he is unafraid to confront those who disrespect him. 8 Ball discusses his lifestyle of smoking weed and being surrounded by attractive women, dismissing anyone who criticizes him for it. He warns those who engage in industry gossip to be prepared for his response.
Overall, "Say It To My Face" is a bold and assertive track that addresses the haters and reinforces the self-assuredness of the artists.
Line by Line Meaning
I'm sick and tired of these same ol' broke bitches
I'm exhausted with dealing with these financially unstable women
No job, all they wanna do is smoke swishas
They don't have a job and all they want to do is smoke cigars
Get some money, ho; why you wanna watch mine?
Go make some money, lady; why are you so interested in my finances?
Ain't no tellin' what I'm gon' be drivin' next time
There's no predicting what kind of car I'll be driving in the future
Seven-figga, nigga; we don't buy the bar no mo'
We're making millions of dollars, we don't need to pay for the bar anymore
Pull up the paper work, tell the owner he can go
Show them the documents and tell the owner they no longer have a job
Walk like a pimp, bitch
I walk confidently, like a pimp
Talk like a soldier
I speak assertively and with authority
I got New York niggas candy paintin' up they rovers
I have friends from New York with fancy customized Range Rovers
It say two hundred, but it go a little over
The speedometer says 200 mph, but it can go even faster
Not the Corvette, the Ferrari Testarossa
I'm not talking about the Corvette, I'm referring to the Ferrari Testarossa
We can bet on any point on the dice
We can gamble on any number rolled on the dice
Pick 'em up, shake 'em twice, get 'em, girl
Pick up the dice, shake them twice, and roll them, girl
Look, I'm nice; I'm so clean with my G-Unit kicks on
I look good; I'm stylish and wearing G-Unit sneakers
I might be goin' in when pimp C get home
I might be going all out when Pimp C returns
If you don't like me, say it to my face
If you have a problem with me, confront me directly
Just because I caught a case don't mean you can't be erased
Just because I got into trouble doesn't mean you're safe from being taken care of
It must be the ice or the money that I make
People are probably jealous of my jewelry or the money I earn
They talk behind my back, but they won't say it to my face
They gossip about me when I'm not around, but they won't confront me directly
Ho, say it to my face (yeah), say it to my face (yeah)
Hey, say it directly to me, don't be sneaky about it
It gotta be the cars or the trips that I take
They must be envious of my cars or the vacations I go on
That make 'em wanna hate; won't you say it in my face, bitch?
Those things make them resentful; why don't you say it to my face, girl?
They talk behind my back, but they won't say it to my face
They gossip about me when I'm not around, but they won't confront me directly
You can go anywhere cross the U.S.
You can travel across the United States
From north to the south, east mid to the west
From the northern to the southern regions, from the eastern to the western regions
Walk up in the hardest hood, ask a nigga 'bout me
Go to the toughest neighborhood and ask someone about me
Bet they tell ya Bun B is straight mothafuckin' G
I bet they'll tell you that Bun B is a respected and genuine gangster
A gangsta from his toes to the top of his fitted
I'm a gangster through and through, from my toes to the top of my hat
Trillest nigga in the flesh; you can't fuck wit' it
I'm the realest person you'll ever meet; you can't mess with me
Got the German hand guns - they shoot two, two, three
I have German handguns that shoot .223 caliber bullets
Bust through ya condo and rip open ya knees (rip open ya knees)
I'll break into your condominium and injure your knees
My nigga, please, you don't want it; save your breath
Don't even bother, my friend; save your energy
By myself I'm a ride till no enemy is left
I will fight alone until there are no more enemies
When the middle finger niggas hit your block like insurgents
When we, the middle finger people, arrive at your block like guerilla fighters
There's no deterrence from us cleanin' your clock like detergents
There's no stopping us from defeating you thoroughly, like scrubbing with detergents
Buck, they don't think I am nigga, please
Buck, they don't believe I'm capable, my friend, please
Why, this pimp - I bet they die before they reach their first
Well, this pimp - I bet they'll die before they succeed at anything
Mothafuckin' sale
They won't even have their first successful sale
I rep' them underground kings; fuck boy pimp and bun
I represent the underrepresented kings; those who are disrespectful, pimps, and myself
If it's action that you want, my nigga, come get you some
If you're looking for a fight, my friend, come and get what's coming to you
They call me M-dot, MJG I mean
They refer to me as M-dot, which stands for MJG, I mean
I'm packin' some weight
I have a significant amount of influence
They ain't talkin' 'bout trill jeans
They're not talking about genuine jeans
'Cause they like to talk shit in they uniform
Because they enjoy talking negatively about others while in their professional attire
Guess what, them niggas still phony as the unicorn
Guess what? Those individuals are still as fake as unicorns
And I'll be damned if I run you bust though
I will never let you run away unscathed
They run outta guns; man, you so dumb
They run out of insults; man, you're so foolish
You faker than a bitch snitchen' on the track
You're even more fake than a woman betraying others in illegal activities
I'm about to pull a bun
I'm about to act out violently
And bust a fuckin' cap
And shoot someone
All Ball do is smoke weed and get bad bitches
All Ball does is smoke marijuana and attract attractive women
And if y'all mad at me for that, then y'all niggas some bitches
And if you're mad at me for doing that, then you're all weak individuals
Undercover groupie niggas want them stop and plead
Secret fans want to confront and plead their case
For the last time I don't smoke regular weed
For the final time, I don't smoke ordinary marijuana
It don't matter where we at, man
It doesn't matter where we are, my friend
We fire in it up
We're smoking it
Security don't stop the weed from findin' us
Even security can't prevent us from obtaining marijuana
Industry dick suckas, keep runnin' ya mouth
People in the industry who suck up to others, continue talking
And I'm a give ya motherfuckers something to talk about
And I'll give you all something to gossip about
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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