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JAY-Z

"Face Off"

[Intro: Jay-Z]
Sauce motherf*ckin', Jigga, Jigga, feel this...

[Chorus: Jay-Z & Sauce Money]
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: Jay-Z, Sauce Money & Both]
Yeah, get ya ones up (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) biatch
(In and out like a crack house) Keep it moving
Face off with the .38 scraped off
Keep shorty laced caked off, off an 8-ball
Know your place
Sauce scorch when ya least expect it, yeast infected
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
Have a fall out, I'll f*cked ya girl
On top now we call out f*ck the world
Face off!

[Chorus: Sauce Money & Jay-Z]
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: Jay-Z, Sauce Money & Both]
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 di*k be-i-itch
(Sauce motherf*ckin' slayin' I'm sayin' with no delayin')
(Can you beat that? I eat that) you just playin'
n*gga you never know what a chick could do
(Pull the trigger too) check the sh*t Jigga do
(My crew) mackin' the same b*tch (I do)
(Back plans 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 with it (pat 'em down)
Check for cream in it (these riches)
Got nu'hin to do with these b*tches
Nothin' y'all can do to stop these digits
Face off!

[Chorus: Jay-Z & Sauce Money]
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: Jay-Z & Sauce Money]
(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 up? Keep it c*cked faithfully like salop
With one in the drop don't get hit up
(I be the 4-5th flamer) and (hoes b*tch shamer) what!
Clap cats, a snitch'll give ya whole click name up
Look I done came up (and) tore a whole game up (right)
Meet me in the square with one in the chamber
The face off, n*gga

[Chorus: Jay-Z & Sauce Money]
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 guns up (in the air) if ya feel me
f*ck 'em all day (f*ck 'em all night)
We don't love these hoes

[Outro]
This goes out... put ya guns up in the air
If ya feel me
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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