Face Off 2000

Lyrics

[Intro: Sauce Money & Jay-Z] Suace Money, Jay-Z, Clark world 2000, and it goes like.. Uh huh, yeah yeah [Chorus: Jay-Z & Sauce Money] This goes out to my Brooklyn crew Lay my game flat, what you wan' do Talk all night, are we gon' screw? I'm talking 'bout me and you, and it goes like... [Verse 1: Sauce Money] I like to push up on chicks like it's the last record Take 'em to the telly get buck passed naked Let 'em feel the power, lick 'em if it don't taste sour Hit 'em in the shower for an hour Give 'em that feeling, Sauce Money for real and Let her get on top if there's mirrors on the ceiling Hit her so right that she wanna throw rice My device makes her say "Damn, that nigga's nice!" Know I got wifey lay my cards when I pivot Pass your seven digits if you're with it Sauce wanna give you the option for the boot knocking Nine times outta ten it's on and popping Ain't no stopping victory's in the air Bring a friend next time let's do it again Bring your whole crew if you see through me And we can meet on the BQE And it goes like [Chorus: Jay-Z & Sauce Money] This goes out to my Brooklyn crew Lay my game flat, what you wan' do Talk all night, are we gon' screw? I'm talking 'bout me and you, and it goes like... This goes out to my Brooklyn crew Lay my game flat, what you wan' do Talk all night, are we gon' screw? I'm talking 'bout me and you, and it goes like... [Verse 2: Sauce Money (Jay-Z)] Had this bitch bragging Sauce had his tongue between my thighs lally-gagging Huh, could you imagine? Shaking your tail just like a dragon here comes my worse flame In the morning Hot 97 the first thing (deny it?) Hell yeah y'all don't buy it I don't eat no kind of fish if you can't fry it But who knows maybe one day I'll try it But for now slow down too much Lil' Kim in your diet [Verse 3: Jay-Z] Can I get it what - get it wet? When he hit it first, can I get it next? Shit, you the best It ain't wack to be with both of us, mami actually I'm Eddie Kane Jr., that nigga me! You want me to feel what he feel when it's tight And I know, you don't be doing it right? But it gets no liver than this, never lie on our dick Shit, we got niggas rides on our wrists Play your cards right you'll be driving the 6 Shopping all day, hopping out in the dist' Popping the Crist', shit hopping outta your wrist Popping your shit, New York's hottest bitch From the ghetto to the stilettos But you gotta do it two times like an echo, you feeling that? (Feeling that?) This is how we run it down the line Nigga Sauce goes first, Jigga next to rhyme [Chorus: Jay-Z & Sauce Money] This goes out to my Brooklyn crew Lay my game flat, what you wan' do Talk all night, are we gon' screw? I'm talking 'bout me and you, and it goes like... This goes out to my Brooklyn crew Lay my game flat, what you wan' do Talk all night, are we gon' screw? I'm talking 'bout me and you, and it goes like... [Verse 4: Sauce Money, Jay-Z & Both] I see you got a lot to get off your chest Coat, blouse, bra, don't talk me to death Like murder's on your mind mami, off the dress Jigga ran game 'til I lost my breath, uhh Last thing I need to know is what it costs for sex What you need to know is if I lost respect Don't have to worry if you do Sauce correct I'ma bless that, bring my whole crew through, don't even sweat that Uh, dime pieces I'm hitting Four in the morning, Frosted Flakes in your kitchen Now you want me to start tricking I suppose That's when the first Face Off kick in "We don't love these hoes!" [Chorus: Jay-Z & Sauce Money] This goes out to my Brooklyn crew Lay my game flat, what you wan' do Talk all night, are we gon' screw? I'm talking 'bout me and you, and it goes like... This goes out to my Brooklyn crew Lay my game flat, what you wan' do Talk all night, are we gon' screw? I'm talking 'bout me and you, and it goes like...