Face Off Lyrics

Sauce mothafuckin, jigga, feel this
This goes out to my Brooklyn crew Put ya guns up in the air 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 Fuck 'em all day, fuck 'em all night We don't love these hoes
Yeah, if ya want some, put ya guns up, it's on Ladies know that when the sun's up, I'm gone Fuck them bitches though, digits though Fuck, now if I bring it, niggas know what
All black gat with the mack out I take shorty to the rest, blow her back out Sun dress, undress, throw her back out In and 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!
This goes out to my Brooklyn crew Put ya guns up in the air 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 Fuck 'em all day, fuck 'em all night We don't love these hoes
I apologize ladies, I'm lovin' you 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
Sauce mothafuckin', slayin', I'm sayin' with no delayin' Can you beat that? I eat that, you just playin' Nigga, you never 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
[ From: http://www.metrolyrics.com/face-off-lyrics-jayz.html ] Let my whole team hit it, scatter 'round You never seen wit it, pat 'em down Check for cream in it, these riches Got nothin' to do wit these bitches Nothin' y'all can do to stop these digits Face off!
This goes out to my Brooklyn crew Put ya guns up in the air 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 Fuck 'em all day, fuck 'em all night We don't love these hoes
Can I touch that? What's that? Leave it for dead Keep your arm over your face, my nigga, keep your 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 and gentlemen, like impeach the prez Val Kilmer style nigga draw heat with feds Broad day like De Niro, shoot all day
I'm 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 four-fifth flamer and hoes bitch shamer What 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
This goes out to my Brooklyn crew Put ya guns up in the air 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 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 Fuck 'em all day, fuck 'em all night We don't love these hoes
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