Face Off歌词

作词 : Carter, Shawn C.
作曲 : Carter, Shawn C.
jay-z-face off
This goes out to my brooklyn crew put ya guns up in the air if ya feel
Me
（if ya feel me） *********** 'em all day *********** '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 （*********** 'em all day *********** 'em all night we don't love these
Hoes）
Yeah （if ya want some put ya guns up it's on）
Ladies know that when the sun's up i'm gone
（*********** them *********** though digits though）
***********, now if i bring it ***********s 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 ***********
（piece protected） so i hear you hate ***********?
（love the dough, ya flow irritate ***********s）
*********** them though, it's all out and
Have a fall out i ****** ya girl
（on top now we call out *********** the world）
（face off!）
（this goes out to my brooklyn crew put ya guns up in the air if ya feel
Me）
If ya feel me （*********** 'em all day *********** '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） *********** 'em all day *********** 'em all night we don't love these
Hoes
（i apologize ladies i'm lovin' ya right）
You must be used to me trickin' but we ***********' tonight
（no wine no dine） no wheelin' the whip
All night long just feelin' the *********** be-i-itch
（sauce ***********' slayin' i'm sayin' with no delayin'）
（can you beat that? i eat that） you just playin'
*********** you neva know what a chick could do
（pull the trigga too） check the ***********t jigga do
（my crew） mackin' the same *********** （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 ***********
（nothin' y'all can do to stop these digits）
（face off!）
This goes out to my brooklyn crew put ya guns up in the air if ya feel
Me
（if ya feel me） *********** 'em all day *********** '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 （*********** 'em all day *********** 'em all night we don't love these
Hoes）
（can i touch that?） what's that? leave it for dead.
Keep ya arm over ya face my *********** （keep ya head）
（keep a mind to survive if ya sleep ya dead）
Stay fly 'til ya die *********** deep with prayer
（with each word ya say i guess the beef is dead）
Ladies & gentlemen （like impeach the prez）
（val kilmer style *********** draw heat with feds）
（broad day like de niro shoot all day）
I'm the man ***********' the tracks and you just foreplay
Get a hit i, i come through, blow up, you spit out
What keep it ***********ed faithfully like salop
With one in the drop don't get hit up
（i be the 4-5th flamer hoes *********** 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 *********** with one in the chamber
（the face off ***********）
This goes out to my brooklyn crew put ya guns up in the air if ya feel
Me
（if ya feel me） *********** 'em all day *********** '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 （*********** 'em all day *********** '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
*********** 'em all day （*********** 'em all night） we don't love these hoes

（this goes out... put ya guns up in the air） if ya feel me if ya feel
（*********** 'em all day *********** 'em all night we don't love these hoes） yeah!!

This goes out （to my brooklyn crew）...