DJ Green Lantern, Jadakiss, Big Pun - Face Off lyrics

"This guy'll kill ya to death
Inside of three rounds
This guy is a wrecking
Machineand he's hungry"

Who's the best MC? (Big Pun)
And y'all already know who I'm better than
JADA (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!

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 BX
By the 400 lb piranha from TS we Just
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

(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

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 gangsta 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)