Face Off(feat. Sauce Money Lyrics by Jay-z

Face Off(feat. Sauce Money

[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'm 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 gos 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'm 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'm 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'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 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]...