Say It to My Face
Young Buck Feat. Bun B. 8ball & Mjg 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

Say It To My Face by Young Buck featuring Bun B, MJG, and 8 Ball is a rap song about addressing people who talk behind one's back. The lyrics express frustration towards individuals who choose to gossip and criticize behind one's back instead of speaking directly. Young Buck leads the verses with a declaration of his money and success, which he believes is the reason for the gossip. He talks about his wealth and willingness to bet and risk as much as he can. The chorus asks the haters to say their negative thoughts to their faces instead of talking behind their backs. Bun B's verse brags about his gangster life and his willingness to get into action. MJG's verse talks about his weight, and his determination doesn't let haters' negative talk stop him. Finally, 8 Ball's verse is all about smoking weed and getting beautiful women, indicating a carefree attitude.


Line by Line Meaning

I'm sick and tired of these same ol' broke bitches
I am fed up with these women who have nothing to offer and no ambition to succeed.


No job, all they wanna do is smoke swishas
They are unemployed and all they do is smoke cigars.


Get some money, ho; why you wanna watch mine?
Earn your own money instead of being envious of mine.


Ain't no tellin' what I'm gon' be drivin' next time
The car I'll be driving next is unpredictable and solely my decision.


Seven-figga, nigga; we don't buy the bar no mo'
We don't go around buying out bars anymore, now that we have a lot of money.


Pull up the paper work, tell the owner he can go
Provide proof of our wealth to the bar owner and order him to leave.


Walk like a pimp, bitch
Walk confidently and assertively.


Talk like a soldier
Communicate with the braveness and capacity of a soldier.


I got New York niggas candy paintin' up they rovers
My friends in New York have decorated their Range Rovers with candy paint.


It say two hundred, but it go a little over
My car looks like it's worth 200k but the actual value surpasses that.


Not the Corvette, the Ferrari Testarossa
I'm not talking about a Corvette, I'm referring to a Ferrari Testarossa.


We can bet on any point on the dice
Let's wager on any number from the dice.


Pick 'em up, shake 'em twice, get 'em, girl
Roll the dice twice and take the result, now girl, let's see what you have.


Look, I'm nice; I'm so clean with my G-Unit kicks on
Look, I'm fly and flawless in my G-Unit sneakers.


I might be goin' in when pimp C get home
I may have to go to jail when Pimp C is released.


If you don't like me, say it to my face
If you have an issue with me, confront me directly instead of speaking behind my back.


Just because I caught a case don't mean you can't be erased
Being charged with a crime does not mean that I cannot eliminate my enemies.


It must be the ice or the money that I make
People envy and gossip about me because of my wealth or the jewelry I own.


They talk behind my back, but they won't say it to my face
People gossip behind my back, but they lack the courage to confront me directly with their criticisms.


It gotta be the cars or the trips that I take
The trips I take or the cars I drive are the reasons behind people's jealousy and hate.


That make 'em wanna hate; won't you say it in my face, bitch?
My luxurious cars and expensive trips inspire people's hate, so I challenge them to confront me directly if they dare.


They call me M-dot, MJG I mean
My nickname is M-dot, short for MJG.


I'm packin' some weight
I am carrying a significant amount of drugs.


They ain't talkin' 'bout trill jeans
When people mention me, they're not referring to my denim pants.


'Cause they like to talk shit in they uniform
People talk about me negatively while they're safely hidden behind their anonymous handles online.


Guess what, them niggas still phony as the unicorn
Those people are still fake as unicorns, no matter what they say behind my back.


And I'll be damned if I run you bust though
I'm not going to run if you try to attack me.


They run outta guns; man, you so dumb
They are out of bullets, that's how dumb they are.


You faker than a bitch snitchen' on the track
You're more fake than a prostitute informant.


I'm about to pull a bun
I'm going to follow Bun B's example and do something about this situation.


And bust a fuckin' cap
I'm going to shoot you.


All Ball do is smoke weed and get bad bitches
All I do is smoke weed and attract beautiful women.


And if y'all mad at me for that, then y'all niggas some bitches
If you're envious of me for that, then you're a coward.


Undercover groupie niggas want them stop and plead
Some secret admirers want me to stop and surrender.


For the last time I don't smoke regular weed
I want to make it crystal clear that I do not smoke low-quality marijuana.


It don't matter where we at, man
Our location doesn't matter at all.


We fire in it up
We will light up our joint regardless of where we are.


Security don't stop the weed from findin' us
Even the presence of security does not prevent us from smoking weed.


Industry dick suckas, keep runnin' ya mouth
People in the music industry who talk negatively about me behind my back should keep talking.


And I'm a give ya motherfuckers something to talk about
I'm going to do something so noteworthy that they'll have even more gossip to spread.


You can go anywhere cross the U.S.
There's no place in the U.S. where you can't find people who know me.


From north to the south, east mid to the west
From the northernmost points to the southernmost points and everywhere in between.


Walk up in the hardest hood, ask a nigga 'bout me
Go to the toughest neighborhood and ask anyone there if they know me.


Bet they tell ya Bun B is straight mothafuckin' G
I guarantee they'll tell you that Bun B is a true gangster.


A gangsta from his toes to the top of his fitted
Bun B is a gangster through and through, from his toes to the top of his hat.


Trillest nigga in the flesh; you can't fuck wit' it
He's the realest person you'll ever meet. You can't mess with him.


Got the German hand guns - they shoot two, two, three
Bun B possesses German-manufactured firearms that fire a .223 caliber bullet.


Bust through ya condo and rip open ya knees (rip open ya knees)
He'll break into your apartment and shoot your knees, causing severe damage.


My nigga, please, you don't want it; save your breath
Don't bother. You don't want to provoke him.


By myself I'm a ride till no enemy is left
He will fight until he no longer has enemies, even if he's alone.


When the middle finger niggas hit your block like insurgents
When we arrive on your street and flip you off, we'll feel like terrorists to you.


There's no deterrence from us cleanin' your clock like detergents
We will not be stopped or dissuaded from defeating you completely, like cleaning with strong detergents.


Buck, they don't think I am nigga, please
Young Buck, people don't believe that I'm a gangster, but I am.


Why, this pimp - I bet they die before they reach their first Mothafuckin' sale
Because of my pimp status, I bet some people who doubt my gangster abilities would die before they make their first sale.




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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Spartacus

Imma ride til no enemie is left

the wolverine

Ya let me outta this prison so I can smoke my weed

Jason Harrison

Pimp never got his respect. Thx 50.

Kerry Hawkins

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NoEyEnTeam

What that mean? Or are u just looking for attention

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