For the last time, I don't smoke regular weed
My nigga, please, you don't want it, save your breath
Bet they tell ya Bun B is straight motherfuckin' G
By myself, I'ma ride till no enemy is left
Just because I caught a case don't mean you can't be erased
There's no deterrents from us cleanin' your clock like detergents
I rep them underground kings, Fuck Boy, Pimp and Bun
They talk behind my back but they won't say it to my face
Get some money, hoe, why you wanna watch mine?
Buck, they don't think I am, nigga, please
It gotta be these cars or the trips that I take
It must be the ice or the money that I make
I might be goin' in when Pimp C get home
If y'all mad at me for that, y'all niggas are bitches
It don't matter where we at, man, we fire in it up
They talk behind my back but they won't say it to my face, yeah
Ain't no tellin' what I'm gon' be drivin' next time
If you don't like me, say it to my face
It say 200 but it go a little over
Seven figure nigga, we don't 'bout it buy no more
They talk behind my back but they won't say it to my face, yeah
And I'ma give ya motherfuckers something to talk about
It must be the ice or the money that I make
If it's action that you want, my nigga, come get you some
It gotta be these cars or the trips that I take
I'm about to pull a bun and [Incomprehensible] a fuckin' cap
Trillest nigga in the flesh, you can't fuck wit it
See now, you can go anywhere 'cross the U.S.
It really must be the ice or the money that I make
They talk behind my back but they won't say it to my face, yeah
Walk up in the hardest hood, ask a nigga 'bout me
Got the German hand guns, they shoot 2 2 3
And I'll be damned if I run, you bust tho
I got New York niggas candy paintin' up they Rovers
Industry dick suckers keep runnin' ya mouth
Burst through ya condo and rip open ya knees
I'm so clean with my G-Unit kicks on
They ain't talkin' 'bout trill jeans
Guess what, them niggas still phony as the unicorn
Walk like a pimp, bitch, talk like a soldier
Security don't stop the weed, man, from findin' us
That make 'em wanna hate, won't you say it in my face, bitch?
They call me M dot MJG, I mean, I'm packin' some weight
Not the Corvette, the Ferrari Testarossa
Hoe, say it to my face, yeah, say it to my face, yeah
Hoe, say it to my face, yeah, say it to my face, yeah
All Ball do is smoke weed and get bad, bitches
They run outta guns, man, you so dumb
They talk behind my back but they won't say it to my face
That make 'em wanna hate, won't you say it to my face, bitch?
Pick 'em up, shake 'em twice, get 'em, girl, look, I'm nice
Say it to my face, yeah, say it to my face, yeah
Before they reach their first motherfuckin' sale
When the middle finger, niggas, hit your block like insurgents
Why, this pimp, I bet they die
Some niggas, they like to talk shit in the uniform
Well you faker than a bitch snitchin' on the track
They talk behind my back but they won't say it to my face
Pull up the paper work, tell the owner he can go
Hoe, say it to my face, yeah, say it to my face, yeah
Undercover groupie niggas would ya stop and plead
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
A gangsta from his toes to the top of his fitted
They talk behind my back but they won't say it to my face
It gotta be these cars or the trips that I take
From north to the south, east, mid to the west
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
We can bet on any point on the dice
