2) The biography of DJ Storm’s career has changed dramatically in the last few years. Tragically her best friend and DJ-ing partner, Kemistry, was suddenly killed in a car accident as they were returning from a gig in April 1999.
The pair were a unique and pioneering element in our scene, as the only female duo in the circuit, each with a strong identity which perfectly complemented eachother’s style. They were even quoted in interviews as saying they felt like one person, and there was not a moment they could imagine working separately.
Having the music beside her, Storm has found a way to carry on as an artist. As what she and Kemi shared, more than anything else, was this undeniable passion for drum’n’bass. So with her dubplates in hand, she continues the journey, with an angel in mind and the bass to keep her moving.
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Say It to My Face
DJ Storm 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 song "Say It To My Face" by DJ Storm features Young Buck, Bun B, MJG, and 8 Ball. The song is about the frustration of dealing with people talking behind your back instead of saying things to your face. Young Buck expresses his annoyance with women who don't have jobs but are constantly smoking and trying to insert their opinions into his finances. He brags about his wealth and cars, specifically naming his Ferrari Testarossa. He challenges anyone who has something negative to say about him to say it to his face. Bun B also boasts about his gangster reputation and warns those who try to mess with him. MJG and 8 Ball both express their disdain for those who talk behind their backs and assert their own confidence in themselves and their lifestyles.
Line by Line Meaning
I'm sick and tired of these same ol' broke bitches
I am fed up with constantly encountering women who are broke and financially unstable.
No job, all they wanna do is smoke swishas
These women do not have jobs, and their seemingly primary interest is smoking swishers.
Get some money, ho; why you wanna watch mine?
Instead of focusing on other people's money, these women should concentrate on securing their financial future.
Ain't no tellin' what I'm gon' be drivin' next time
I do not have a definite idea of which car I will be driving next time we meet.
Seven-figga, nigga; we don't buy the bar no mo'
My assets have grown to seven figures, and I am no longer interested in buying out the bar.
Pull up the paper work, tell the owner he can go
I will show the bar owner my financial assets to prove that he can leave the bar as it is.
Walk like a pimp, bitch, Talk like a soldier
I carry myself with regality and speak with authority.
I got New York niggas candy paintin' up they rovers
My friends from New York are customizing their Rovers with candy paint jobs.
It say two hundred, but it go a little over
The speedometer reads 200, but the car can go a little faster than that.
Not the Corvette, the Ferrari Testarossa
I own a Ferrari Testarossa, not a Corvette.
We can bet on any point on the dice, Pick 'em up, shake 'em twice, get 'em, girl
I am willing to bet on games of chance and have no problem gambling with others.
Look, I'm nice; I'm so clean with my G-Unit kicks on
I dress sharply and favor G-Unit branded clothing and gear.
I might be goin' in when pimp C get home
I may be incarcerated when Pimp C returns home.
If you don't like me, say it to my face
If anyone harbors negative feelings toward me, they should express them to my face.
Just because I caught a case don't mean you can't be erased
Just because I am facing charges does not mean that I am not capable of erasing someone who is disrespectful.
It must be the ice or the money that I make
People are constantly talking about me behind my back because of my wealth and jewelry.
Ho, say it to my face (yeah), say it to my face (yeah)
Anyone who has something negative to say about me should express their thoughts in my presence.
They talk behind my back, but they won't say it to my face
People are constantly backbiting me but are afraid to speak their mind when around me directly.
It gotta be the cars or the trips that I take
People are envious of me because of the cars I drive and the trips I take.
That make 'em wanna hate; won't you say it in my face, bitch?
This envy results in hatred, and I believe these individuals should express their enmity to my face.
They call me M-dot, MJG I mean, I'm packin' some weight
I am MJG and nicknamed M-dot. I have a considerable amount of weight with me.
They ain't talkin' 'bout trill jeans
People who are talking about me are not discussing my clothing.
'Cause they like to talk shit in they uniform
Individuals often speak negatively about me while wearing their suit and tie, especially those in positions of power.
Guess what, them niggas still phony as the unicorn
These individuals are still fake despite portraying an image of authority and power.
And I'll be damned if I run you bust though
I will not permit individuals to overpower or intimidate me.
They run outta guns; man, you so dumb
Once people run out of guns, they appear foolish for trying to challenge me.
You faker than a bitch snitchen' on the track
People who talk behind my back are artificial and cannot be trusted.
I'm about to pull a bun, And bust a fuckin' cap
I am about to execute a violent and deadly act in retribution.
All Ball do is smoke weed and get bad bitches
My primary pastimes are smoking weed and pursuing attractive women.
And if y'all mad at me for that, then y'all niggas some bitches
Individuals who are upset with my interests are cowardly and easily offended.
Undercover groupie niggas want them stop and plead
Individuals who secretly admire me demand for me to stop and engage with them.
For the last time I don't smoke regular weed
I do not smoke common marijuana strains.
It don't matter where we at, man, We fire in it up
We smoke marijuana whenever and wherever we please.
Security don't stop the weed from findin' us
Even security personnel cannot prevent us from consuming marijuana.
Industry dick suckas, keep runnin' ya mouth
People in the music industry who constantly talk negatively should keep talking.
And I'm a give ya motherfuckers something to talk about
I will give these individuals a reason to keep talking with my actions or events that I cause to happen.
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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