Face Off JAY-Z (Ft. Sauce Money)

[Intro: Jay-Z]
Sauce motherfuckin'
Jigga, Jigga, feel this...

[Chorus: Jay-Z & Sauce Money]
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

[Verse 1: Jay-Z, Sauce Money & Both]
Yeah, get ya ones up (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 out with the MAC out
I take shorty to the rest blow her back out
Sun dress undress (throw her back out) biatch
(In and out like a crack house) Keep it moving
Face off with the .38 scraped off
Keep shorty laced caked off, off an 8-ball
Know your place
Sauce scorch when ya least expect it, yeast infected
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
Have a fall out, I'll fucked ya girl
On top now we call out fuck the world
Face off!