Artist/Band:
Ludacris
Lyrics for Song: Say It To My Face
Lyrics for Album: Other Songs - Ludacris
[Chorus]
Hey, before I eat an MC I say my grace
Leave you dead without a trace
Got a problem with me, say it to my face
To my face, to my face, to my face, to my face, to my face
Put a pussy ass n*gga all in his place!
Didn't your bosses ever tell you n*ggas you could be replaced
To the fans you's a disgrace, got a problem with me?
Say it to my face, to my face, to my face, to my face, to my face
Put a pussy ass n*gga all in his place!
[Verse 1]
Ay, got a chopper, kinda like a helicopter
For any n*gga that think it's sweet
And you better call a doctor
Have you shaking like a maracas
Dripping like this beat
Blood spillin' like a faulty faucet
Plug his ass, 'fore you end up in the host
Put the gear in reverse
Then you better hit the f*cking gas
You broke, now you bitter
But how the hell is a n*gga gonna start beef with me
on his f*cking twitter?
You know where I'll be, you know where I'll stay
I ain't that hard to find!
All upon my D, when the DTP boy, you're sweeter than a valentine!
How can you call yourself a man, boy?
You's Ludacris number one fan, boy!
Then you left, and you're gone, goodbye
Lazy eye don't miss you!
Then you signed to a n*gga,
who signed to a n*gga, who signed to another n*gga, smart move!
Boy, you dumb as hell!
You should take your soul and have an 'end of the summer sale'!
But all your records are my theme songs?
Why? Cause I'm still shopping of your ring tone!
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
To you internet gangsta's
Facebook hoes, e-mail bullies, I can see your camel toe
Instead of talking to a n*gga straight up, you rather send a text
Well, I think you a b*tch, and you should change your sex!
Hiding behind your phone screen, better run the other way
You playing for the wrong team
Thinking a booty ass, n*gga
Oh, take another dude to the movie ass, n*gga
I can see you're Kit Kat, gimme a break, hit him in his face
How you keep it real when you know a n*gga fake?
Better hit the brakes when you see me n*gga shake
You going into convulsions, hater emotions and epileptic seizures
Put a nail in a n*gga, your career is over, hang em up like Jesus!
Amen! Sayonara! Okay then
Next time you crying, tell a b*tch, n*gga!
But keep in mind, you's a b*tch n*gga!
[Chorus]
[Verse 3 - Meek Mill]
Put a pussy ass n*gga in his face with that tooly on my waist like "huh?"
I put it to his face then I ask a pussy ass n*gga how taste like "huh?"
He said it taste like nah (nah)
Told 'em it's a glock 10 though
N*ggas thinking it's been a game til the shots hit
his body bend his ass like limbo
Give my shooters your info
Send 'em right to your place, put 'em right in your face
N*gga like what you say?
Catch you night time and then brighten your day
Shots at your head, they don't like what you say
Coroners coming to wipe you away
Think you a jiggy, here ride with the K
Wherever you standing, that's right where you lay
Y'all n*ggas run yo mouth just like a bunch of b*tches
Pussy n*ggas talking just like a bunch of snitches
Lord be my witness, I ask for forgiveness
But if these pussy n*ggas keep running they mouth,
I'ma give them the business
Heard you pussy ass n*ggas talking about me when I'm not around
Told another n*gga, so he told another n*gga and it got around
So I told the other n*gga, go tell the other n*gga, move out of town
Cause my dawg playing hard ball with the sawed-off like you outta bounds
[Chorus]
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