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Face Off Lyrics

Artist Jay-Z

{***Jay Z (Sauce)***} Jay Z talking: Sauce mothafuckin 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) Fuck 'em all day fuck '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 (Fuck 'em all day fuck '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 am gone (Fuck them bitches though digits though) Fuck, now if I bring it

niggas 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 bitches (piece protected) so I hear

you hate bitches? (love the dough, ya flow irritate niggas) fuck them though,

it's all out and have a fall out I fucked ya girl (On top now we call out fuck

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 (Fuck 'em all day fuck '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) Fuck 'em all day fuck 'em all night we don't

love these hoes Verse 2 (I apologize ladies I am lovin' ya right) you must be

used to me trickin' but we fuckin' tonight (No wine no dine) no wheelin' the

whip all night long just feelin' the dick be-i-itch (Sauce mothafuckin' slayin'

I am sayin' with no delayin') (Can you beat that? I eat that) you just playin'

nigga you neva know what a chick could do (pull the trigga too) check the shit

jigga do (My crew) mackin' the same bitch (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

bitches (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)

Fuck 'em all day fuck '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 (Fuck

'em all day fuck '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 nigga (keep

ya head) (keep a mind to survive if ya sleep ya dead) Stay fly 'til ya die nigga

deep with prayer (with each word ya say I guess the beef is dead) Ladies &

gentlemen (like impeach the Prez) (Val Kilmer style nigga draw heat with feds)

(broad day like De Niro shoot all day) I am the man fuckin' 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 bitch 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 nigga) Chorus This goes out to my Brooklyn

crew put ya guns up in the air if ya feel me (If ya feel me) Fuck 'em all day

fuck '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 (Fuck 'em all day fuck

'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 Fuck 'em all day (fuck '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 (Fuck 'em all

day fuck 'em all night we don't love these hoes) Yeah!! This goes out (to my

Brooklyn crew)...

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