[Jay-Z(Sauce)] [Jay-Z talking:] Sauce motha injiggajigga feel this
[Chorus] This goes out to my Brooklyn crew put ya guns up in the air if ya feel me (If ya feel me) em all day 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) If ya feel me ( em all day em all night we don t love these hoes) [Verse 1] Yeah (If ya want some put ya guns up it s on) Ladies know that when the sun s up I m gone ( them bitches though digits though) now if I bring it niggas know whaat (All black gat with the mack out) I take shorty to the rest blow her back out sun dress undress throw her back out (biotch) (in & 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 doughya flow irritate niggas) them thoughit s all out and have a fall out I ed ya girl (On top now we call out the world) (Face Off!) [Chorus] (This gos out to my Brooklyn crew put ya guns up in the air if ya feel me) If ya feel me ( em all day 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 (If ya feel me) em all day em all night we don t love these hoes [Verse 2] (I apologize ladies I m lovin ya right) you must be used to me trickin but we in tonight (No wine no dine) no wheelin the whip all night long just feelin be-i-itch (Sauce motha in slayin I m sayin with no delayin ) (Can you beat that? I eat that) you just playin nigga you neva 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 nu hin to do wit these bitches (Nothin y all can do to stop these digits) (Face Off!) [Chorus] This goes out to my Brooklyn crew put ya guns up in the air if ya feel me (If ya feel me) em all day 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) If ya feel me ( em all day em all night we don t love these hoes) [Verse 3] (Can I touch that?) what s that? Leave it for dead.
Keep ya arm over ya face my nigga (keep ya 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 & 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 in the tracks and you just get a hit II come throughblow upyou spit out What keep it cocked faithfully like salop with one in the drop don t get hit up (I be the 4-5th flamer hoes bitch shamer) (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) [Chorus] This goes out to my Brooklyn crew put ya guns up in the air if ya feel me (If ya feel me) em all day 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) If ya feel me ( em all day em all night we don t love these hoes) This goes out to my Brooklyn crew put ya gun up (in the air) if ya feel me em all day ( em all night) we don t love these hoes ["Track Masters" is whispered softly 8X in background] (This goes out
put ya guns up in the air) if ya feel me if ya feel ( em all day em all night we don t love these hoes) Yeah!! This goes out (to my Brooklyn crew)
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