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Sauce Money - Face Off 2000 Lyrics

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

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