Текст (слова) песни: Jay-Z - Face Off

[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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[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!! 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