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