Versuri 10. Face Off

Sauce mothafuckin, jigga, feel this 
 
This goes out to my Brooklyn crew 
Put ya guns up in the air 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 
Fuck 'em all day, fuck 'em all night 
We don't love these hoes 
 
Yeah, if ya want some, 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 what 
 
All black gat with the mack out 
I take shorty to the rest, blow her back out 
Sun dress, undress, throw her back out 
In and out like a crack house, keep it moving 
 
Face off with the .38 scraped off 
Keep shorty maced, can't throw a 4-4 eight ball 
Know your place, so it starts when ya least expect 
The yeast infect, 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 and have a fall out 
I fucked ya girl, on top, now we call out, fuck the world 
Face off! 
 
This goes out to my Brooklyn crew 
Put ya guns up in the air 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 
Fuck 'em all day, fuck 'em all night 
We don't love these hoes 
 
I apologize ladies, I'm lovin' you right 
You must be used to me trickin' but we fuckin' tonight 
No wine, no dine, no wheelin' the whip 
All night long just feelin' the dick 
 
Sauce mothafuckin', slayin', I'm sayin' with no delayin' 
Can you beat that? I eat that, you just playin' 
Nigga, you never know what a chick could do 
Pull the trigga too, check the shit, jigga do 
 
My crew, mackin' the same bitch, I do 
Back man stack grands, daddy like I you 
Love them hoes jigga, ha, how that sound? 
Women start to fall, we all bat around 
 
Let my whole team hit it, scatter 'round 
You never seen wit it, pat 'em down 
Check for cream in it, these riches 
Got nothin' to do wit these bitches 
Nothin' y'all can do to stop these digits 
Face off! 
 
This goes out to my Brooklyn crew 
Put ya guns up in the air 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 
Fuck 'em all day, fuck 'em all night 
We don't love these hoes 
 
Can I touch that? What's that? Leave it for dead 
Keep your arm over your face, my nigga, keep your head 
Keep a mind to survive, if ya sleep ya dead 
Stay fly 'til ya die nigga, deep with prayer 
 
With each word ya say, I guess, the beef is dead 
Ladies and gentlemen, like impeach the prez 
Val Kilmer style nigga draw heat with feds 
Broad day like De Niro, shoot all day 
 
I'm the man fuckin' the tracks and you just foreplay 
Get a hit, I, I come through, blow up, you spit out 
What, keep it cocked faithfully like salop 
With one in the drop, don't get hit up 
 
I be the four-fifth flamer and hoes bitch shamer 
What clap cats a snitch, she'll give ya whole click, name up 
Look, I done came up and thought a whole game up 
Meet me in the square with one in the chamber 
The face off, nigga 
 
This goes out to my Brooklyn crew 
Put ya guns up in the air 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 
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 
Fuck 'em all day, fuck 'em all night 
We don't love these hoes 
 
This goes out 
Put ya guns up in the air if ya feel me, if ya feel 
Fuck 'em all day, fuck 'em all night 
We don't love these hoes 
 
Yeah, this goes out to my Brooklyn crew