Face off 2000

2000, and it goes like. (Uh Huh, yeah yeah) [Chorus] This goes out to my Brooklyn crew Lay my game flat, what you want to do Talk all night, are we gonna screw? I'm talking 'bout me and you [Sauce Money] 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 want to 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 digits if you're with it Sauce want to give you the option for the boot knockin' Nine times outta ten it's on and poppin' 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 [Chorus: x2] [Sauce Money] Had this bitch 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 why 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 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 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, he don't be doing it right But it gets no liver than this, never lie on our dicks Shit, we got nigga's rides on our wrists Play your cards right you'll be driving the 6 Shopping all day hoppin' out in the Dist. Popping the Crist, shit hoppin' outta your wrist Popping your shit, New York's hottest bitch From the ghetto to the Stiletto's But you gotta do it two times like an echo, why y'all feelin' that This is how we run it down the line Nigga Sauce goes first Jigga next to rhyme [Chorus: x2] [Jay-Z] 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 [Sauce Money] 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 [Jay-Z] Uh, dime pieces I'm 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: That's when the first Face Off kicks in "We don't love these hoes!" [Chorus: x2]