Say It to My Face Young Buck (Ft. 8Ball & MJG & Bun B)

[Verse 1: Young Buck]
I'm sick and tired of these same ol' broke bitches
No job, all they wanna do is smoke swishers
Get some money ho, why you wanna watch mine?
Ain't no tellin what I'm gon' be drivin next time
Seven figure nigga, we don't buy the bar no mo' (nah)
Pull up the paperwork, 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 200 but it go a little over
Not the Corvette, the Ferrari Testarosa
And we can bet on any point on the dice
Pick 'em up, shake 'em twice, get 'em girl, look I'm nice
{Dirty South} 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, bitch

[Chorus: Young Buck]
It must be the ice or the money that I make (yeahhhh)
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 (let's go)
It gotta be these cars or the trips that I take (what)
That make 'em wanna hate, won't you say it in my face bitch
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 (yeah)