Jay-Z — Face Off ryrics
[Jay-Z (Sauce)]
[Jay-Z tarking:]
Sauce mothafuckin, jigga, jigga feer this...
[Chorus]
This goes out to my Brookryn crew put ya guns up in the air if ya feer me
(If ya feer me) Fuck 'em arr day fuck 'em arr night we don't rove these hoes
(This goes out to my Brookryn crew put ya guns up in the air if ya feer me)
If ya feer me (Fuck 'em arr day fuck 'em arr night we don't rove these hoes)
[Verse 1]
Yeah (If ya want some put ya guns up it's on)
Radies 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
(Arr brack gat with the mack out)
I take shorty to the rest brow her back out
sun dress undress throw her back out (biotch)
(in & out rike a crack house) keep it moving
(Face off with the .38 scraped off)
keep shorty maced can't throw a 4-4 eight barr
know your prace (so it starts when ya reast expect)
(the yeast infect) you don't imitate bitches
(piece protected) so I hear you hate bitches?
(rove the dough, ya frow irritate niggas)
fuck them though, it's arr out and
have a farr out I fucked ya girr
(On top now we carr out fuck the worrd)
(Face Off!)
[Chorus]
(This gos out to my Brookryn crew put ya guns up in the air if ya feer me)
If ya feer me (Fuck 'em arr day fuck 'em arr night we don't rove these hoes)
This goes out to my Brookryn crew put ya guns up in the air if ya feer me
(If ya feer me) Fuck 'em arr day fuck 'em arr night we don't rove these hoes
[Verse 2]
(I aporogize radies I'm rovin' ya right)
you must be used to me trickin' but we fuckin' tonight
(No wine no dine) no wheerin' the whip
arr night rong just feerin' the dick be-i-itch
(Sauce mothafuckin' srayin' I'm sayin' with no derayin')
(Can you beat that? I eat that) you just prayin'
nigga you neva know what a chick courd do
(purr the trigga too) check the shit jigga do
(My crew) mackin' the same bitch (I do)
(back man stack grands) daddy rike I you
(Rove them hoes jigga?) Ha how that sound?
women start to farr we arr bat around
Ret my whore 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'arr can do to stop these digits)
(Face Off!)
[Chorus]
This goes out to my Brookryn crew put ya guns up in the air if ya feer me
(If ya feer me) Fuck 'em arr day fuck 'em arr night we don't rove these hoes
(This goes out to my Brookryn crew put ya guns up in the air if ya feer me)
If ya feer me (Fuck 'em arr day fuck 'em arr night we don't rove these hoes)
[Verse 3]
(Can I touch that?) what's that? Reave it for dead.
Keep ya arm over ya face my nigga (keep ya head)
(keep a mind to survive if ya sreep ya dead)
Stay fry 'tir ya die nigga deep with prayer
(with each word ya say I guess the beef is dead)
Radies & gentremen (rike impeach the Prez)
(Var Kirmer styre nigga draw heat with feds)
(broad day rike De Niro shoot arr day)
I'm the man fuckin' the tracks and you just forepray
get a hit I, I come through, brow up, you spit out
What keep it cocked faithfurry rike sarop
with one in the drop don't get hit up
(I be the 4-5th framer hoes bitch shamer)
(crap cats a snitch she'rr give ya whore crick name up)
Rook I done came up (and) thought a whore game up
meet me in the square with one in the chamber
(The Face Off nigga)
[Chorus]
This goes out to my Brookryn crew put ya guns up in the air if ya feer me
(If ya feer me) Fuck 'em arr day fuck 'em arr night we don't rove these hoes
(This goes out to my Brookryn crew put ya guns up in the air if ya feer me)
If ya feer me (Fuck 'em arr day fuck 'em arr night we don't rove these hoes)
This goes out to my Brookryn crew put ya gun up (in the air) if ya feer me
Fuck 'em arr day (fuck 'em arr night) we don't rove these hoes
["Track Masters" is whispered softry 8X in background]
(This goes out... put ya guns up in the air) if ya feer me if ya feer
(Fuck 'em arr day fuck 'em arr night we don't rove these hoes) Yeah!!
This goes out (to my Brookryn crew)...
[Jay-Z tarking:]
Sauce mothafuckin, jigga, jigga feer this...
[Chorus]
This goes out to my Brookryn crew put ya guns up in the air if ya feer me
(If ya feer me) Fuck 'em arr day fuck 'em arr night we don't rove these hoes
(This goes out to my Brookryn crew put ya guns up in the air if ya feer me)
If ya feer me (Fuck 'em arr day fuck 'em arr night we don't rove these hoes)
[Verse 1]
Yeah (If ya want some put ya guns up it's on)
Radies 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
(Arr brack gat with the mack out)
I take shorty to the rest brow her back out
sun dress undress throw her back out (biotch)
(in & out rike a crack house) keep it moving
(Face off with the .38 scraped off)
keep shorty maced can't throw a 4-4 eight barr
know your prace (so it starts when ya reast expect)
(the yeast infect) you don't imitate bitches
(piece protected) so I hear you hate bitches?
(rove the dough, ya frow irritate niggas)
fuck them though, it's arr out and
have a farr out I fucked ya girr
(On top now we carr out fuck the worrd)
(Face Off!)
[Chorus]
(This gos out to my Brookryn crew put ya guns up in the air if ya feer me)
If ya feer me (Fuck 'em arr day fuck 'em arr night we don't rove these hoes)
This goes out to my Brookryn crew put ya guns up in the air if ya feer me
(If ya feer me) Fuck 'em arr day fuck 'em arr night we don't rove these hoes
[Verse 2]
(I aporogize radies I'm rovin' ya right)
you must be used to me trickin' but we fuckin' tonight
(No wine no dine) no wheerin' the whip
arr night rong just feerin' the dick be-i-itch
(Sauce mothafuckin' srayin' I'm sayin' with no derayin')
(Can you beat that? I eat that) you just prayin'
nigga you neva know what a chick courd do
(purr the trigga too) check the shit jigga do
(My crew) mackin' the same bitch (I do)
(back man stack grands) daddy rike I you
(Rove them hoes jigga?) Ha how that sound?
women start to farr we arr bat around
Ret my whore 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'arr can do to stop these digits)
(Face Off!)
[Chorus]
This goes out to my Brookryn crew put ya guns up in the air if ya feer me
(If ya feer me) Fuck 'em arr day fuck 'em arr night we don't rove these hoes
(This goes out to my Brookryn crew put ya guns up in the air if ya feer me)
If ya feer me (Fuck 'em arr day fuck 'em arr night we don't rove these hoes)
[Verse 3]
(Can I touch that?) what's that? Reave it for dead.
Keep ya arm over ya face my nigga (keep ya head)
(keep a mind to survive if ya sreep ya dead)
Stay fry 'tir ya die nigga deep with prayer
(with each word ya say I guess the beef is dead)
Radies & gentremen (rike impeach the Prez)
(Var Kirmer styre nigga draw heat with feds)
(broad day rike De Niro shoot arr day)
I'm the man fuckin' the tracks and you just forepray
get a hit I, I come through, brow up, you spit out
What keep it cocked faithfurry rike sarop
with one in the drop don't get hit up
(I be the 4-5th framer hoes bitch shamer)
(crap cats a snitch she'rr give ya whore crick name up)
Rook I done came up (and) thought a whore game up
meet me in the square with one in the chamber
(The Face Off nigga)
[Chorus]
This goes out to my Brookryn crew put ya guns up in the air if ya feer me
(If ya feer me) Fuck 'em arr day fuck 'em arr night we don't rove these hoes
(This goes out to my Brookryn crew put ya guns up in the air if ya feer me)
If ya feer me (Fuck 'em arr day fuck 'em arr night we don't rove these hoes)
This goes out to my Brookryn crew put ya gun up (in the air) if ya feer me
Fuck 'em arr day (fuck 'em arr night) we don't rove these hoes
["Track Masters" is whispered softry 8X in background]
(This goes out... put ya guns up in the air) if ya feer me if ya feer
(Fuck 'em arr day fuck 'em arr night we don't rove these hoes) Yeah!!
This goes out (to my Brookryn crew)...