I'm sick and tired of these same old broke bitches No job, all they wanna do is smoke swishes Get some money, hoe, why you wanna watch mine? Ain't no tellin' what I'm gon' be drivin' next time Seven figure nigga, we don't 'bout it buy no more 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 RoversIt say 200 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 niceI'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 It must be the ice or the money that I makeThey talk behind my back but they won't say it to my face Hoe, 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 It gotta be these cars or the trips that I takeThat 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 See now, 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 motherfuckin' GA 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 2 2 3 Burst through ya condo and rip open ya knees My nigga, please, you don't want it, save your breath By myself, I'ma ride till no enemy is left When the middle finger, niggas, hit your block like insurgents There's no deterrents 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 motherfuckin' sale I rep them underground kings, Fuck Boy, Pimp and Bun If it's action that you want, my nigga, come get you some It must be the ice or the money that I makeThey talk behind my back but they won't say it to my face Hoe, 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 It gotta be these cars or the trips that I takeThat 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 They call me M dot MJG, I mean, I'm packin' some weight They ain't talkin' 'bout trill jeans Some niggas, they like to talk shit in the uniform Guess what, them niggas still phony as the unicorn And I'll be damned if I run, you bust tho They run outta guns, man, you so dumb Well you faker than a bitch snitchin' on the track I'm about to pull a bun and [Incomprehensible] a fuckin' cap All Ball do is smoke weed and get bad, bitches If y'all mad at me for that, y'all niggas are bitches Undercover groupie niggas would ya 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, man, from findin' us Industry dick suckers keep runnin' ya mouth And I'ma give ya motherfuckers something to talk about It really must be the ice or the money that I makeThey talk behind my back but they won't say it to my face Hoe, 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 these cars or the trips that I takeThat make 'em wanna hate, won't you say it to 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