Sauce Money, JAY-Z - Face Off 2000 lyrics

Suace Money, Jay-Z, Clark world
2000, and it goes like uh huh, yeah yeah

This goes out to my Brooklyn crew
Lay my game flat, what you wan' do
Talk all night, are we gon' screw?
I'm talking 'bout me and you
And it goes like

I like to push up on chicks
Like it's the last record
Take 'em to the telly get buck passed naked
Let 'em feel the power
Lick 'em if it don't 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
There's mirrors on the ceiling
Hit her so right that she wanna throw rice
My device makes her say "Damn


That nigga's nice!"
Know I got wifey lay my cards when I pivot
Pass your seven digit's if you're with it
Sauce wanna give you the option
For the boot knocking
Nine times outta ten it's on and popping
Ain't no stopping victory's in the air
Bring a friend next time let's do it again
Bring your whole crew if you see through me
And we can meet on the BQE and it goes like

This goes out to my Brooklyn crew
Lay my game flat, what you wan' do
Talk all night, are we gon' screw?
I'm talking 'bout me and you
And it goes like
This goes out to my Brooklyn crew
Lay my game flat, what you wan' do
Talk all night, are we gon' screw?
I'm talking 'bout me and you
And it goes like

Had this bitch bragging
Sauce had his tongue between
My thighs lally-gagging
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 y'all don't buy it
I don't eat no kind of fish
If you can't fry it
But who knows maybe one day I'll try it
But for now slow down too much
Lil' Kim in your diet

Can I get it what - get it wet?
When he hit it first, can
I get it next? Shit, you the best
It ain't wack to be with both of us
Mami actually
I'm Eddie Kane Jr, that nigga me!
You want me to feel what
He feel when it's tight
And I know, you don't be doing it right?
But it gets no liver than this
Never lie on our dick
Shit, we got niggas rides on our wrists
Play your cards right you'll be driving the 6
Shopping all day, hopping out in the dist'
Popping the Crist'
Shit hopping outta your wrist
Popping your shit, New York's hottest bitch
From the ghetto to the stilettos
But you gotta do it two times like an echo
You feeling that?
(Feeling that?) This is how we
Run it down the line
Nigga Sauce goes first, Jigga next to rhyme

This goes out to my Brooklyn crew
Lay my game flat, what you wan' do
Talk all night, are we gon' screw?
I'm talking 'bout me and you
And it goes like
This goes out to my Brooklyn crew
Lay my game flat, what you wan' do
Talk all night, are we gon' screw?
I'm talking 'bout me and you
And it goes like

I see you got a lot to get off your chest
Coat, blouse, bra, don't talk me to death
Like murder's on your mind mami
Off the dress
Jigga ran game 'til I lost my breath, uhh
Last thing I need to know is
What it costs for sex
What you need to know is if I lost respect
Don't have to worry if you do Sauce correct
I'ma bless that, bring my whole crew through
Don't even sweat that
Uh, dime pieces I'm hitting
Four in the morning
Frosted Flakes in your kitchen
Now you want me to start tricking I suppose
That's when the first Face Off kick in
"We don't love these hoes!"

This goes out to my Brooklyn crew
Lay my game flat, what you wan' do
Talk all night, are we gon' screw?
I'm talking 'bout me and you
And it goes like
This goes out to my Brooklyn crew
Lay my game flat, what you wan' do
Talk all night, are we gon' screw?
I'm talking 'bout me and you
And it goes like