Face Off

Lyrics

[Intro: Rocky Sample] "This guy'll kill ya to death inside of three rounds, this guy is a wrecking machine...and he's hungry" [Scratched hook: DJ Green Lantern] Who's the best MC? (Big Pun) And y'all already know who I'm better than J.A.D.A. (yeah, right) Put your money on the table, we can battle on cable Who's the best MC? (Jadakiss) And y'all already know who I'm better than Big motherfuckin' Punisher! C'mon motherfucker, ain't talkin' to me! [Verse 1: Bug Pun] Straight out the pit of Hell, kid, a bastard son of a thousand whores Born through my mother's ass while she was passing gas I'll blast that ass past the 7 planets, even further if Heaven grant it Virgil with the aliens land back in the granite Speakin' Arab, wreakin' havoc on amateur rappers with scavenger tactics Tear a nigga flesh off and have it for breakfast Oh, that was delicious, who wanna get eat next? In front of the B.X by the 400 lb piranha from T.S We Jus havin' a nice little battle We know who's the champ, let's not fight for the title Jadakiss, you're my favorite since I been independent So don't get mad 'cause God created me in his image [?] Jadakiss, you got rhymes like Dre got smoke For tryna battle me? You definitely got jokes There can only be one, the son of Tony: Big Pun I don't need rap to stack, just throw me a gun And I'ma steal G, me and Krillz done it filthy For hip-hop to this day so you gon' have to kill me I'll die for this, took me from poverty to sex But I'm still humble, that's why I'm probably the best [Scratched hook: Dj Green Lantern] (I'll make it hot, nigga) What I gotta do, let y'all niggas know? I am THE. NICEST. ever (What, bring it, I blow ya whole spot) Look how i get back to it (mothafuckin' gangsta Kiss) Put your money on the table, we can battle on cable [Verse 2: Jadakiss] Ayo, Pun I would give you the business But since you ain't here, I'ma give you the privilege Of being one of the chosen, spat at the top Didn't matter if you was Latin or not (Boricua, morena), what you was rappin' was hot And your origin was gangster but you could make 'em dance, Pap (yeah) Goin' against me, you ain't stand a chance, Pap (uh-uh) Was all love when the fam a see me And we both John Blaze-ed Banned From TV The bucks stop there, though Everybody in the game now is either a hard rock or a weirdo I'm still beatin' a coof up (yeah) Knockin' your old shit, a nigga still beatin' a coupe up I'm still in charge of the game (uh-huh) Still got bars of the pain, starvin' the game (yeah) Don't you try it, Chevy with the old-school tires Throwin' cocktail bombs, settin' old-school fires It's the desire to sin (ugh) And I'm from the hood so I'm good 'cause the sword is mightier than the pen D-Block, that's my crew Don't mean to sound like we all that, matter fact, yes I do (ugh) The best on the streets Niggas is so garbage I had to battle somebody that's restin' in peace! (ah-heh!)