Face Off 2000

<br>Intro: 2000, and it goes like. (uh huh, yeah yeah)<br><br><br><br>Chorus: this goes out to my brooklyn crew<br><br>Lay my game flat, what you wanna do<br><br>Talk all night, are we gonna screw? <br><br>Im talking bout me and you<br><br><br><br>Verse one: sauce money<br><br><br><br>I like to push up on chicks like its the last record<br><br>Take em to the telly get buck passed naked<br><br>Let em feel the power, lick em if it dont taste sour<br><br>Hit em in the shower for an hour<br><br>Give em that feeling, sauce money for real and<br><br>Let her get on top if theres mirrors on the ceiling<br><br>Hit her so right that she wanna throw rice<br><br>My device makes her say &quot;damn, that niggas nice!&quot;<br><br>Know I got wifey lay my cards when I pivot<br><br>Pass your seven digits if youre with it<br><br>Sauce wanna give you the option for the boot knockin<br><br>Nine times outta ten its on and poppin<br><br>Aint no stopping victorys in the air<br><br>Bring a friend next time lets do it again<br><br>Bring your whole crew if you see through me<br><br>And we can meet on the bqe<br><br>And it goes like<br><br><br><br>Chorus (2x)<br><br><br><br>Verse two: sauce money, jay-z<br><br><br><br>Sauce money:<br><br><br><br>Had this bitch bragging,<br><br>Sauce had his tongue between my thighs lally-gaggin;<br><br>Huh, could you imagine<br><br>Shaking your tail just like a dragon here comes my worse flame<br><br>In the morning hot 97 the first thing<br><br>(deny it) hell yeah yall dont buy it<br><br>I dont eat no kind of fish if you cant fry it<br><br>But who knows maybe one day Ill try it<br><br>But for now slow down too much lip is killin your diet<br><br><br><br>Jay-z:<br><br><br><br>Can I get it what - get it wet<br><br>When he hit it first can I get it next, shit you the best<br><br>It aint wack to be with both of us, mami actually<br><br>Im eddie kane jr., that nigga me!<br><br>You want me to feel what he feel when its tight<br><br>And I know, he dont be doing it right<br><br>But it gets no liver than this, never lie on our dicks<br><br>Shit, we got niggas rides on our wrists<br><br>Play your cards right youll be driving the 6<br><br>Shopping all day hoppin out in the dist.<br><br>Popping the crist., shit hoppin outta your wrist<br><br>Popping your shit, new yorks hottest bitch<br><br>&gt;from the ghetto to the stillettos<br><br>But you gotta do it two times like an echo, yall feelin that<br><br>This is how we run it down the line<br><br>Nigga sauce goes first jigga next to rhyme<br><br><br><br>Chorus (2x)<br><br><br><br>Verse three: jay-z, sauce money<br><br><br><br>Jay-z<br><br><br><br>I see you got a lot to get off your chest<br><br>Coat, blouse, bra-dont talk me to death<br><br>Like murders on your mind mami, off the dress<br><br>Jigga ran game til I lost my breath<br><br><br><br>Sauce money<br><br><br><br>Last thing I need to know is what it costs for sex<br><br>What you need to know is if I lost respect<br><br>Dont have to worry if you do sauce correct<br><br>Ima bless that, bring my whole crew through, dont even sweat that<br><br><br><br>Jay-z: uh, dime pieces Im hittin<br><br>Sauce money: four in the morning frosted flakes in your kitchen<br><br>Jay-z: now you want me to start trickin I suppose<br><br>Sauce money: thats when the first face off kicks in-<br><br>&quot;we dont love these hoes!&quot;<br><br><br><br>Chorus (2x)