Face Off by Jay-Z
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Song title Face Off
Artist Jay-Z
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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 dont 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 dont love these
hoes
verse 1
yeah if ya want some put ya guns up its on
ladies know that when the suns up im 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 cant throw a 4-4 eight ball
know your place so it starts when ya least expect
the yeast infect you dont imitate bitches
piece protected so i hear you hate bitches?
love the dough
ya flow irritate niggas
fuck them though
its 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 dont 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 dont love these
hoes
verse 2
i apologize ladies im 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 im 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 nuhin to do wit these bitches
nothin yall 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 dont 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 dont love these
hoes
verse 3
can i touch that? whats 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
im 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 dont get hit up
i be the 4-5th flamer hoes bitch shamer
clap cats a snitch shell 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 dont 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 dont 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 dont 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 dont love these hoes yeah!
this goes out to my brooklyn crew