Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Face Off, artist - Jay-Z. Date of issue: 10.11.1997
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Face Off |
| (This goes out to my Brooklyn crew put ya guns up in the air if ya feel\nme)\nIf ya feel me (Fuck 'em all day fuck 'em all night we don’t love these\nhoes)\nYeah (If ya want some put ya guns up it’s on)\nLadies know that when the sun’s up I’m gone\n(Fuck them bitches though digits though)\nFuck, now if I bring it niggas know whaat\n(All black gat with the mack out)\nI take shorty to the rest blow her back out\nsun dress undress throw her back out (biotch)\n(in &out like a crack house) keep it moving\n(Face off with the .38 scraped off)\nkeep shorty maced can’t throw a 4−4 eight ball\nknow your place (so it starts when ya least expect)\n(the yeast infect) you don’t imitate bitches\n(piece protected) so I hear you hate bitches?\n(love the dough, ya flow irritate niggas)\nfuck them though, it’s all out and\nhave a fall out I fucked ya girl\n(On top now we call out fuck the world)\n(Face Off!)\n(This goes out to my Brooklyn crew put ya guns up in the air if ya feel\nme)\nIf ya feel me (Fuck 'em all day fuck 'em all night we don’t love these\nhoes)\nThis goes out to my Brooklyn crew put ya guns up in the air if ya feel\nme\n(If ya feel me) Fuck 'em all day fuck 'em all night we don’t love these\nhoes\n(I apologize ladies I’m lovin' ya right)\nyou must be used to me trickin' but we fuckin' tonight\n(No wine no dine) no wheelin' the whip\nall night long just feelin' the dick be-i-itch\n(Sauce mothafuckin' slayin' I’m sayin' with no delayin')\n(Can you beat that? I eat that) you just playin'\nnigga you neva know what a chick could do\n(pull the trigga too) check the shit jigga do\n(My crew) mackin' the same bitch (I do)\n(back man stack grands) daddy like I you\n(Love them hoes jigga?) Ha how that sound?\nwomen start to fall we all bat around\nLet my whole team hit it (scatter 'round)\nyou never seen wit it (pat 'em down)\ncheck for cream in it (These riches)\ngot nu’hin to do wit these bitches\n(Nothin' y’all can do to stop these digits)\n(Face Off!)\nThis goes out to my Brooklyn crew put ya guns up in the air if ya feel\nme\n(If ya feel me) Fuck 'em all day fuck 'em all night we don’t love these\nhoes\n(This goes out to my Brooklyn crew put ya guns up in the air if ya feel\nme)\nIf ya feel me (Fuck 'em all day fuck 'em all night we don’t love these\nhoes)\n(Can I touch that?) what’s that? Leave it for dead.\nKeep ya arm over ya face my nigga (keep ya head)\n(keep a mind to survive if ya sleep ya dead)\nStay fly 'til ya die nigga deep with prayer\n(with each word ya say I guess the beef is dead)\nLadies &gentlemen (like impeach the Prez)\n(Val Kilmer style nigga draw heat with feds)\n(broad day like De Niro shoot all day)\nI’m the man fuckin' the tracks and you just foreplay\nget a hit I, I come through, blow up, you spit out\nWhat keep it cocked faithfully like salop\nwith one in the drop don’t get hit up\n(I be the 4−5th flamer hoes bitch shamer)\n(clap cats a snitch she’ll give ya whole click name up)\nLook I done came up (and) thought a whole game up\nmeet me in the square with one in the chamber\n(The Face Off nigga)\nThis goes out to my Brooklyn crew put ya guns up in the air if ya feel\nme\n(If ya feel me) Fuck 'em all day fuck 'em all night we don’t love these\nhoes\n(This goes out to my Brooklyn crew put ya guns up in the air if ya feel\nme)\nIf ya feel me (Fuck 'em all day fuck 'em all night we don’t love these\nhoes)\nThis goes out to my Brooklyn crew put ya gun up (in the air) if ya feel\nme\nFuck 'em all day (fuck 'em all night) we don’t love these hoes\n<"Track Masters"is whispered softly 8X in background>\n(This goes out… put ya guns up in the air) if ya feel me if ya feel\n(Fuck 'em all day fuck 'em all night we don’t love these hoes) Yeah!\nThis goes out (to my Brooklyn crew)… |