Face Off - Jay-Z
{***Jay-Z , (Sauce)***}
Jay-Z talking: Sauce mothaf_ckin, jigga, jigga feel this...
Chorus
This goes out to my Brooklyn crew put ya guns up in the air if ya feel
me
(If ya feel me) F_ck 'em all day f_ck 'em all night we don't love these
hoes
(This goes out to my Brooklyn crew put ya guns up in the air if ya feel
me)
If ya feel me (F_ck 'em all day f_ck 'em all night we don't love these
hoes)
Verse 1
Yeah (If ya want some put ya guns up it's on)
Ladies know that when the sun's up I'm gone
(F_ck them b_tches though digits though)
F_ck, now if I bring it n_ggas know whaat
(All black gat with the mack out)
I take shorty to the rest blow her back out
sun dress undress throw her back out (biotch)
(in & out like a crack house) keep it moving
(Face off with the .38 scraped off)
keep shorty maced can't throw a 4-4 eight ball
know your place (so it starts when ya least expect)
(the yeast infect) you don't imitate b_tches
(piece protected) so I hear you hate b_tches?
(love the dough, ya flow irritate n_ggas)
f_ck them though, it's all out and
have a fall out I f_cked ya girl
(On top now we call out f_ck the world)
(Face Off!)
Chorus
(This goes out to my Brooklyn crew put ya guns up in the air if ya feel
me)
If ya feel me (F_ck 'em all day f_ck 'em all night we don't love these
hoes)
This goes out to my Brooklyn crew put ya guns up in the air if ya feel
me
(If ya feel me) F_ck 'em all day f_ck 'em all night we don't love these
hoes
Verse 2
(I apologize ladies I'm lovin' ya right)
you must be used to me trickin' but we f_ckin' tonight
(No wine no dine) no wheelin' the whip
all night long just feelin' the d_ck be-i-itch
(Sauce mothaf_ckin' slayin' I'm sayin' with no delayin')
(Can you beat that? I eat that) you just playin'
n_gga you neva know what a chick could do
(pull the trigga too) check the sh_t jigga do
(My crew) mackin' the same b_tch (I do)
(back man stack grands) daddy like I you
(Love them hoes jigga?) Ha how that sound?
women start to fall we all bat around
Let my whole team hit it (scatter 'round)
you never seen wit it (pat 'em down)
check for cream in it (These riches)
got nu'hin to do wit these b_tches
(Nothin' y'all can do to stop these digits)
(Face Off!)
Chorus
This goes out to my Brooklyn crew put ya guns up in the air if ya feel
me
(If ya feel me) F_ck 'em all day f_ck 'em all night we don't love these
hoes
(This goes out to my Brooklyn crew put ya guns up in the air if ya feel
me)
If ya feel me (F_ck 'em all day f_ck 'em all night we don't love these
hoes)
Verse 3
(Can I touch that?) what's that? Leave it for dead.
Keep ya arm over ya face my n_gga (keep ya head)
(keep a mind to survive if ya sleep ya dead)
Stay fly 'til ya die n_gga deep with prayer
(with each word ya say I guess the beef is dead)
Ladies & gentlemen (like impeach the Prez)
(Val Kilmer style n_gga draw heat with feds)
(broad day like De Niro shoot all day)
I'm the man f_ckin' the tracks and you just foreplay
get a hit I, I come through, blow up, you spit out
What keep it cocked faithfully like salop
with one in the drop don't get hit up
(I be the 4-5th flamer hoes b_tch shamer)
(clap cats a snitch she'll give ya whole click name up)
Look I done came up (and) thought a whole game up
meet me in the square with one in the chamber
(The Face Off n_gga)
Chorus
This goes out to my Brooklyn crew put ya guns up in the air if ya feel
me
(If ya feel me) F_ck 'em all day f_ck 'em all night we don't love these
hoes
(This goes out to my Brooklyn crew put ya guns up in the air if ya feel
me)
If ya feel me (F_ck 'em all day f_ck 'em all night we don't love these
hoes)
This goes out to my Brooklyn crew put ya gun up (in the air) if ya feel
me
F_ck 'em all day (f_ck 'em all night) we don't love these hoes
<"Track Masters" is whispered softly 8X in background>
(This goes out... put ya guns up in the air) if ya feel me if ya feel
(F_ck 'em all day f_ck 'em all night we don't love these hoes) Yeah!!
This goes out (to my Brooklyn crew)...
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