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Ludacris

"Say It To My Face"

[Chorus: Ludacris]
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 pus*y ass n*gga all in his place
Didn't your bosses ever tell you n*ggas you could be replaced
To the fans yous a disgrace
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 pus*y ass n*gga all in his place

[Verse 1: Ludacris]
Got a chopper, kinda like a helicopter
For any n*gga that thinks it's sweet
And you better call the doctor, have you shakin' like a maraca
Drippin' like this beat
Blood spillin' like a faulty faucet
Plug his ass, before you end up in a hearse put the gear in reverse then you better hit the f*cking...gas {tires screech}
You broke n' now you bitter
But how the hell is a n*gga gonna start beef with me on his f*cking twitter? (for real?)
You know where I be, you know where I stay I ain't that hard to find
All up on my D, when the DTP boy you sweeter than a valen...tine
How can you call yourself a man boy (man boy)
Yous ludacris number one fan boy (fan boy)
Then you left and you're gone "goodbye" lazy, I dont miss you
Then you signed to a n*gga, who signed to a n*gga, who signed to another n*gga (what the f*ck?)
Smart move, boy you dumb as hell
You should take your soul and have a end of the summer sale
But all your records are my theme song (why?)
'cuz I'm still shopping off your ringtone

[Chorus: Ludacris]
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 pus*y ass n*gga all in his place
Didn't your bosses ever tell you n*ggas you could be replaced
To the fans yous a disgrace
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 pus*y ass n*gga all in his place

[Verse 2: Ludacris]
Ah To you internet gangsters, Facebook hoes
Email bullies I can see your camel toe (HI!)
Instead of talking to a n*gga straight up you'd rather send a text (text)
Well I think you a b*tch and you should change your sex (sex)
Hiding behind your phone screen (phone screen)
Better run the other way you playin' for the wrong team (team,team)
di*k in the booty ass n*gga (di*k in the booty ass n*gga)
Ol' take another dude to the movies ass n*gga
I can see your 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 gon' run into convulsions, hater emotions and epileptic seizures
Put a nail in a n*gga your career is over hang'em up like jesus
Amen (amen) sayonara (sayonara) ok then (ok then)
Next time you cryin' tell a b*tch n*gga
But keep in mind...yous a b*tch n*gga

[Chorus: Ludacris]
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 pus*y ass n*gga all in his place
Didn't your bosses ever tell you n*ggas you could be replaced
To the fans yous a disgrace
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 pus*y ass n*gga all in his place

[Verse 3: Meek Mill]
Put a pus*y ass n*gga in his place with that toolie on my waste like "huh"
I put it to his face and ask the pus*y n*gga "how it taste like? huh?"
He said it taste like nine (nine)
Told him it's a Glock 10 though (10 though)
n*ggas thinkin' this a game til' them shots hit his body bend his ass like limbo
Give my shooters yo' info
Send them right to yo place, put them right in yo face, n*gga like "watchu say"
Catch you night time and then brighten your day
Shots at your head they dont like what you say
Coroner’s comin' ta wipe you away
Think you a G, get hit right with the K
Wherever you standing, thats right where you lay (blah)
Y'all n*ggas run yall mouth just like a bunch of b*tches
pus*y n*ggas talking just like a bunch of snitches
Lord be my witness, I ask for forgiveness
But if these pus*y n*ggas keep runnin' they mouth I'mma give them the business
Heard you pus*y ass n*ggas talkin' bout me when I'm not around
Told another n*gga, so he told another n*gga and it got around (got around)
So I told the other n*gga, go tell the other n*gga "move outta town" (outta town)
'cuz my dawg playin' hardball with the sawn off like you out of bounds, BOOM!

[Chorus: Ludacris]
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 pus*y ass n*gga all in his place
Didn't your bosses ever tell you n*ggas you could be replaced
To the fans yous a disgrace
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 pus*y ass n*gga all in his place

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