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 ni**a, 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 ni**as candy paintin` up they Rovers

It 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 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, yeah

It gotta be these cars or the trips that I take
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

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 ni**a `bout me
Bet they tell ya Bun B is straight motherf**kin` G

A gangsta from his toes to the top of his fitted
Trillest ni**a in the flesh, you can`t f**k wit it
Got the German hand guns, they shoot 2 2 3
Burst through ya condo and rip open ya knees

My ni**a, please, you don`t want it, save your breath
By myself, I`ma ride till no enemy is left
When the middle finger, ni**as, hit your block like insurgents
There`s no deterrents from us cleanin` your clock like detergents

Buck, they don`t think I am, ni**a, please
Why, this pimp, I bet they die
Before they reach their first motherf**kin` sale
I rep them underground kings, F**k Boy, Pimp and Bun
If it`s action that you want, my ni**a, 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, yeah

It gotta be these cars or the trips that I take
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

They call me M dot MJG, I mean, I`m packin` some weight
They ain`t talkin` `bout trill jeans
Some ni**as, they like to talk s**t in the uniform
Guess what, them ni**as 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 f**kin` cap

All Ball do is smoke weed and get bad, bitches
If y`all mad at me for that, y`all ni**as are bitches
Undercover groupie ni**as 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 motherf**kers something to talk about

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
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 take
That 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