[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 hoe 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 200 but it go a little over Not the corvette the ferarri 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
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 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 the cars or the trips that i take That make em wanna hate, won't you say it in my face bitch 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
[Bun B] You can go anywhere cross the us 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 2 2 3 Bust through ya condo n rip open ya knees (rip open ya knees) My nigga please you don't want it save your breath By myself imma ride till no enemy is left When the middle finger niggas hit your block like insurgents Theres no deterants 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 wan't mah nigga come get you some
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 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 the cars or the trips that i take That make em wanna hate, won't you say it in my face bitch 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
[MJG] They call me m dot mjg i mean I'm packin' some weight They ain't talkin bout trill jeans Cuz they like to talk shit in they uniform Guess what them niggas still phoney as the unicorn And i'll be damned if i run you bust tho They run outta guns man u 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 ya'll mad at me for that then ya'll 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 imma give ya motherfuckas something to talk about
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 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 the cars or the trips that i take That make em wanna hate, won't you say it to my face bitch 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 faceTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
