Face It
TiT.DJ 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 song "Face It" by TiT.DJ, featuring Young Buck, Bun B, MJG, and 8 Ball, explores themes of wealth, power, and confrontation. Young Buck sets the tone with his frustration towards broke women who only want to smoke and not work. He flaunts his success and reflects on his ability to drive luxurious cars and buy expensive drinks at the bar.


In the chorus, TiT.DJ expresses the idea that the haters and gossipers behind his back lack the courage to say anything to his face. The mention of the ice (jewelry) and money he makes suggests that these material possessions may be the cause of envy and resentment. Bun B comes in with his assertive verse, asserting his gangsta reputation and emphasizing his relentless nature in dealing with enemies.


MJG adds to the confrontational tone by calling out the phoniness of those who talk behind his back, comparing them to mythical unicorns. He expresses his readiness to defend himself and take action against those who oppose him. Finally, 8 Ball addresses the criticism and judgment he faces for his lifestyle of smoking weed and attracting beautiful women. He dismisses the haters and warns them to watch their mouths.


Overall, "Face It" is a bold and defiant anthem that celebrates success and asserts the artists' resilience in the face of detractors and critics.


Line by Line Meaning

I'm sick and tired of these same ol' broke bitches
I'm exhausted and fed up with these consistently financially struggling women


No job, all they wanna do is smoke swishas
They don't have employment and their only interest is smoking cheap cigars


Get some money, ho; why you wanna watch mine?
Earn some money, hoe; why do you want to keep an eye on my finances?


Ain't no tellin' what I'm gon' be drivin' next time
There's no way to predict what luxurious vehicle I'll be driving in the future


Seven-figga, nigga; we don't buy the bar no mo'
Highly successful people like us don't pay for the bar anymore


Pull up the paper work, tell the owner he can go
Present the necessary documents, inform the owner that he is no longer needed


Walk like a pimp, bitch
Move confidently and assertively like a successful person, woman


Talk like a soldier
Speak with authority and fearlessness


I got New York niggas candy paintin' up they rovers
I know people from New York who are customizing their Range Rovers with vibrant colors


It say two hundred, but it go a little over
The price tag shows two hundred, but it exceeds that amount slightly


Not the Corvette, the Ferrari Testarossa
Not the Chevrolet Corvette, but the prestigious Ferrari Testarossa


We can bet on any point on the dice
We can wager on any specific outcome of the dice


Pick 'em up, shake 'em twice, get 'em, girl
Take the dice, shake them twice, get the desired result, girl


Look, I'm nice; I'm so clean with my G-Unit kicks on
Look, I'm impressive; I look great with my G-Unit sneakers on


I might be goin' in when pimp C get home
I may be entering a place or situation of importance when pimp C returns


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


Just because I caught a case don't mean you can't be erased
Just because I was involved in a legal situation doesn't mean I can't eliminate you


It must be the ice or the money that I make
The reason for their behavior must be either the expensive jewelry or the wealth I accumulate


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


Ho, say it to my face (yeah), say it to my face (yeah)
Prostitute, express your thoughts directly to my face, yes, directly to my face


It gotta be the cars or the trips that I take
The reason they feel animosity must be the luxurious cars or the extravagant vacations I go on


That make 'em wanna hate; won't you say it in my face, bitch?
Those reasons ignite their hatred; why don't you verbalize it to my face, female dog?


Ho, say it to my face (yeah), say it to my face (yeah)
Prostitute, express your thoughts directly to my face, yes, directly to my face


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


You can go anywhere cross the U.S.
You have the freedom to travel anywhere across the United States


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


Walk up in the hardest hood, ask a nigga 'bout me
Enter the most dangerous neighborhood, inquire about my reputation with an individual


Bet they tell ya Bun B is straight mothafuckin' G
I guarantee they will inform you that Bun B is an authentic and true gangster


A gangsta from his toes to the top of his fitted
A criminal from head to toe, including the top of his fitted hat


Trillest nigga in the flesh; you can't fuck wit' it
The realest guy in existence; you can't compete with it


Got the German hand guns - they shoot two, two, three
I have German handguns that shoot .223 caliber ammunition


Bust through ya condo and rip open ya knees
Break into your condominium and severely injure your knees


My nigga, please, you don't want it; save your breath
My friend, please, you don't desire it; don't waste your words


By myself I'm a ride till no enemy is left
Alone, I will fight until there are no more enemies remaining


When the middle finger niggas hit your block like insurgents
When aggressive individuals who express their contempt arrive in your neighborhood like insurgents


There's no deterrence from us cleanin' your clock like detergents
There is no defense against us completely defeating you, analogous to detergents cleaning a clock


Buck, they don't think I am nigga, please
Buck, they underestimate my abilities, my friend, please


Why, this pimp - I bet they die before they reach their first
Why, as a pimp, I wager they will meet their demise before achieving their initial accomplishments


Mothafuckin' sale
Significant achievement or success


I rep' them underground kings; fuck boy pimp and bun
I represent those unappreciated influential figures; disrespectful persons, pimp, and Bun


If it's action that you want, my nigga, come get you some
If you desire confrontation, my friend, come and experience the consequences


They call me M-dot, MJG I mean
They refer to me as M-dot, but I mean MJG


I'm packin' some weight
I possess significant influence or power


They ain't talkin' 'bout trill jeans
They are not discussing authentic or genuine qualities


'Cause they like to talk shit in they uniform
Since they enjoy speaking negatively while in their respective roles or positions


Guess what, them niggas still phony as the unicorn
Guess what, those individuals are still fake, just like unicorns


And I'll be damned if I run you bust though
And I'll be damned if I flee from your gunfire


They run outta guns; man, you so dumb
They exhaust their supply of firearms; man, you are incredibly foolish


You faker than a bitch snitchen' on the track
You are more deceitful than a woman providing information to authorities in a gang setting


I'm about to pull a bun
I'm on the verge of mimicking Bun B's actions or behavior


And bust a fuckin' cap
And fire a gunshot


All Ball do is smoke weed and get bad bitches
All I do is consume marijuana and date attractive women


And if y'all mad at me for that, then y'all niggas some bitches
And if all of you are angry with me for that, then all of you are weak and feeble individuals


Undercover groupie niggas want them stop and plead
Secretly enthusiastic individuals desire attention and admiration


For the last time I don't smoke regular weed
Once again, I want to clarify that I do not consume 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 are igniting and smoking marijuana


Security don't stop the weed from findin' us
Despite security measures, marijuana still manages to locate us


Industry dick suckas, keep runnin' ya mouth
People in the music industry who are overly supportive keep talking excessively


And I'm a give ya motherfuckers something to talk about
And I will provide you individuals with something interesting or controversial to discuss




Lyrics ยฉ 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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