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Les paroles de Face Off(feat. Sauce Money


Artiste:JAY-Z
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Album:Miscellaneous
Titre:Face Off(feat. Sauce Money
 
Date d'ajout:18/10/2007
Votes:Aucun vote     
Vues:63 fois
 
Paroles:[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)...
 
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