Jay-Z Face Off Lyrics

(feat. Sauce Money)

Jay-Z talking: Sauce m________in, 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___ 'em all day f___ '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___ 'em all day f___ '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___ them b____es though digits though)
f___, now if I bring it n____s 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____es
(piece protected) so I hear you hate b____es?
(love the dough, ya flow irritate n____s)
f___ them though, it's all out and
have a fall out I f___ed ya girl
(On top now we call out f___ 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___ 'em all day f___ '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___ 'em all day f___ '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___in' tonight
(No wine no dine) no wheelin' the whip
all night long just feelin' the d___ be-i-itch
(Sauce m________in' slayin' I'm sayin' with no delayin')
(Can you beat that? I eat that) you just playin'
n____ you neva know what a chick could do
(pull the trigga too) check the s___ jigga do
(My crew) mackin' the same b____ (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____es
(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___ 'em all day f___ '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___ 'em all day f___ '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____ (keep ya head)
(keep a mind to survive if ya sleep ya dead)
Stay fly 'til ya die n____ deep with prayer
(with each word ya say I guess the beef is dead)
Ladies & gentlemen (like impeach the Prez)
(Val Kilmer style n____ draw heat with feds)
(broad day like De Niro shoot all day)
I'm the man f___in' the tracks and you just foreplay
get a hit I, I come through, blow up, you spit out
What keep it c___ed faithfully like salop
with one in the drop don't get hit up
(I be the 4-5th flamer hoes b____ 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____)

Chorus
This goes out to my Brooklyn crew put ya guns up in the air if ya feel
me
(If ya feel me) f___ 'em all day f___ '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___ 'em all day f___ '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___ 'em all day (f___ '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___ 'em all day f___ 'em all night we don't love these hoes) Yeah!!

This goes out (to my Brooklyn crew)...