Face Off (Sound Track Version) (Feat. Sauce Money)

Sauce mothafuckin, jigga, jigga feel this 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 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 laced caked off off an 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 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 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 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 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 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 guns up in the air if ya feel me Fuck 'em all day fuck '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 Fuck 'em all day fuck 'em all night we don't love these hoes Yeah This goes out to my Brooklyn crew