{***Jay Z (Sauce)***}

Jay Z talking: Sauce mothafuckin jigga jigga 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) 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)
If ya feel me (Fuck ’em all day fuck ’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
(Fuck them bitches though digits though)
Fuck, 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 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!)

Chorus
(This goes out to my Brooklyn crew put ya guns up in the air if ya feel
me)
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
(If ya feel me) Fuck ’em all day fuck ’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 fuckin’ tonight
(No wine no dine) no wheelin’ the whip
all night long just feelin’ the dick be-i-itch
(Sauce mothafuckin’ 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) 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)
If ya feel me (Fuck ’em all day fuck ’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 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 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) 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)
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I’m the one receiving the pain from you
You would make these lies
I would take them true
You’re self existing
no chance of listening
Close your eyes I will help you pray
Listen to God and tell me what he said
and what he says

I’m the one receiving the pain from you
Break me down so shove me in a shoe
You put it on and walk on me all day
Me it wouldn’t surprise
It’s something you would do
I watch you

I am the ground and the dirt
walk on me
Face of the Earth
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i don’t know if i can get it right
i never put up a fight
i have hard time seeing what is wrong
sure doesn’t take you long
we know there’s something better here
won’t fall victim to all your fears
and the dreams they keep on coming
knife to your throat underwater running
face it
the sweetness that’s on your tongue
you just can’t taste it
we’re subject to change
and some feelings won’t go away
they won’t go away

could you please tell me what i think is right
why even put up a fight
i don’t think there’s anything that’s wrong
don’t think you think that strong

feeling now so much pressure here
don’t think you would want to get too near
all the dreams that you gave up running
knife in my back as you turn

but will you face it
your reason’s not out of reach
still you chase it
you think it’s better to prey than preach
but it won’t go away
it won’t go away
that empty heart in you
it won’t go away
with every thought of you
it won’t go away
it won’t go away
my only problem is i won’t go away
the only problem is it won’t go away
until we face it



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How many times do I have to tell you
That things just can’t go on this way
We’ve tried so many times but things go on the same
We’ve spent one too many years in all this pain
And the light is shining in your eyes
And still it makes you wonder

(Chorus)
It’s time we face it (are you blind can’t you see)
It’s time we face it

How long will we go on playin’ this fool’s game
How long will a candle burn its flame
We’ve tried, we’ve tried so man times, so many ways
When will we ever learn from our mistakes

And the point is either right or wrong
‘Cause when I’m weak then I am strong
And the truth will find us all someday
And the price is more than you can pay

It’s time we face it (are you blind can’t you see)
It’s time we face it (can’t go on in misery)
It’s time we face it (was it really meant to be)
It’s time we face it (I don’t know)
It’s time we face it
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Figured out a long time ago,
Nothing’s as it seems don’t you know,
Go underground if you want the scoop,
Cuz the population’s out the loop,

You know I size up my sacks with a couple extra grams,
D-Loc got a Caddy, I got a V-Dub van,
X Daddy rolled a fatty, asked him what’s the plan,
He took a hit, blew out his rip, and said, let’s plant the land,

You gotta smoke some weed just a little somthin’ somthin’,
Don’t hate me because I got the country buzzin’,
????, you know the crowd be jumpin’,
On my product blows like a chemical combustion,
Real name, Dustin, I spit these customs,
A.K.A. D-Loc, E-Loc’s little cousin,
Don’t be mad, be glad, tell your dad,
Cuz I be spittin’ rhymes you never knew I even had,
?? walked into the sunlights,
Double parked and got a ticket by a midget,
On a pony, I called him Shorty, he started twitchin’,
Fingers clickin’ while he’s bitchin’ and I snapped,
I had a vision, I was leading in the ?? restraints I had the pole position,
No but kiddin’ and I didn’t make that mess up in your kitchen,
I was dishin’ out some sacks and me and Loc we were fishin’,
I keep wishin’ that you’d ease on up and quit it with your trippin’,
Maybe smoke a bit more weed and stop it with that candE flippin’,

Let’s Face Facts, Chips Get Stacked,
Unsystematically Our Pockets Get Fat,
And We Kick Back, Pimp Caddilacs,
Smoke Off Pounds, Flip Dime Sacks,

Think you can out smoke me well I’m calling you a liar,
Cuz my bowl, my bowl I set on fire,
I’m on my couch with my pouch and my fat JB,
Got ten different types of weed, about a pound of each,
No leaves, they’re clipped clean,
But the few they hit the bing,
Then my phone rings, my boy ask him what he need to bring,
I said some collar green, some kale, some pot, and some ale,
And that freak we met last night, I think her name was uh Michelle,
Ah what the hell, just put out the word any hottie with the nerve,
Richter said that he will serve,

Graduated high school back in ’95,
Started writin’ rhymes, laid low, I’m hard to find,
A kid like me, no less, I’m kinda fresh,
Discovered the weed took a hit and got blessed,
I’m not the best, just flexed on the next,
Daddy X plan a text, simply not complexed,
I’ll give it all I got, put the game to a test,
Keep writin’ rhymes and forget about the rest,

Let’s Face Facts, Chips Get Stacked,
Unsystematically Our Pockets Get Fat,
And We Kick Back, Pimp Caddilacs,
Smoke Off Pounds, Flip Dime Sacks,

Oooh damn, there he goes again,
Throwin’ his cigarettes out the window,
Blowin’ fog with logs sticky indo,
You know it comes a dime a dozen,
Flow like Snoop, lay it back in the cuttin’,
Woo, I think I’ll pass on the brew,
And smoke my buds with the Kottonmouth Krew,
The big bad ass, you know who,
Well I really can’t tell if there’s a difference anymore,
Goin’ up or goin’ down, where’s the elevator door,
Got the pimped out suite on the 13th floor,
Black Flag’s in my speakers blarin’ Give Me Some More,
Now a days I stay blazed a hundred ways my brain’s crazed,
Gone like those punk days, I’m stackin’ chips like frito lays,
I’ve been to that place, fast cars, cheap thrills, funny looking pills, million dollar deals,
Three day orgies in the Hollywood Hills, for reals,
I don’t be speakin’ no myths, raised on punk rock riffs, smokin’ spliffs by the cliffs,
And you and your krew’s talking about “What If’s”,

Let’s Face Facts, Chips Get Stacked,
Unsystematically Our Pockets Get Fat,
And We Kick Back, Pimp Caddilacs,
Smoke Off Pounds, Flip Dime Sacks,

All this talk of gettin’ blazed reminds me of reggae sundays,
Lazy dread and sweaters bust, the Crenshaw District lord was a must,
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We’ll have a good time baby
Well it’s a Planet of the Apes and a Third Eye kinda thing
Well, let’s all lay down and dig through the ground
To find the holy ride that’ll make your thing go ding
What Mother Earth gives back to man
Is running through my bones
But now’s the time for the beautiful exchange honey
And you ain’t gonna do it all alone

When the sun blocks the moon and the stars go down
I’ll be floating
Squirming and laughing
Next position
That begins face down

They’re gonna miss their children
I mean I’m still alive but I’m almost gone
But now stands for everything
So get your ass down on the playing ground

Baby will you slide me through the world
I ain’t working for the man, I’m an allosaurus, baby
Well, I’m sucking up more karma than I need
So have supernova on me

When the sun blocks the moon and the stars go down
I’ll be floating
Squirming and laughing
Next position
That begins face down

When the sun blocks the moon and the stars go down
When the sun blocks the moon and the stars go down
When the sun blocks the moon and the stars go down
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[Intro]
Yo FUCK THAT word up man! (Word to mother yo)
Who you runnin wit? (AFFICIAL NAST!)
Fuck that, who you runnin wit? (AFFICIAL NAST!)

[Fredro Starr]
Yo
I’m goin straight for your head to leave you headless
Eyes of redness, I spray rap cats, to burn the lead tips
Point blank range, I take aim, blow your brain out the frame
Eight shots’ll touch ya, spit ya physical structure
Motherfucker this is lyrical destruction
Path of disaster face Nast, comin at cha full blast
and capture grabs your last, breath like the asthma
Couldn’t care less, you approachin near death
My hollow tips, rip into your vest politic, with the fearless
The devil himself, a rebel in himself
trapped in America, assassinate your character, slaughter ya
Twenty more holes, in your Nautica, FUCK ALL OF YA!
What?! Bringin MC’s, YEAH, callin ya
Livin like a nigga with six months to live
On the edge of life, wouldn’t think twice, to make a SACRIFICE
Do a heist, ya niggaz ain’t true to life, my whole crew is trife!
So bring your wildest nigga reppin for your team
Tear his ass to his spleen, this is Suicide Queens
Where gats bust, cutthroat, cross collateral
Gat’ll shatter you, feel the pain, it’s unimaginable
Self shit, straight from the hood, the dirty black shit
Rap shit, get your back ripped, plus the gat spit
Load it and cock it bag, on thirty-two tracks
Murder you in raps, let my wild dogs bust the CATS!
Styles leave the best dead, I stay breast-fed
And when I die, be handcuffed, to my deathbed

{*scratched “face down on the pavement” -> LL Cool J*}

[Sticky Fingaz]
Sticky Fingaz sneak up, when you least expect it
I never fuck pussy that’s yeast infected
Fuck a brain fry, make me think irrational
If I even think you schemin, YOU KNOW I’M BLASTIN YOU
I’m too raw; what is you – out you gourd?
I cut through any challenger, top notch or amateur
You’d rather be in the projects butt-ass with a hundred G’s cash
and no gun, than to fuck with Sticky, Fredro ‘n Son
You lookin at one desperate nigga, you shouldn’t mess with
I had a doctor scared to remove a bullet from yo’ intestine
‘Member when I tested, this nigga manhood
to see if he was a true nigga, so I pulled out my gun
Gave some dramatic ass speech then, pulled the trigger
{*CLICK*} Ha hah! Barrel empty, joke on you Jack
He cold pissed his pants, blew his cover, he a New Jack
You know where I’m comin from, most my niggaz pump ‘n jump
And when it’s time to dump and run, I never jump the gun
or get cold feet, I hold heat
Y’a niggaz don’t know me; in six hours I made up four years
Got high shit for your ears;
sorry somethin that I never felt yo, fingertips made of Velcro
You talkin shit like it’s a little game
That’s now how we get down – ‘beef’ is my middle name
So don’t die over nonsense, I ain’t got no conscience
Come out your face you gettin shot
Everything I’m spittin hot – I need fame without the bread
like I need a hole in the head
Add insult to injury, you can’t fuck with me
Guess that’s not your cup of tea – I’m every star I meet
If you are what you eat, fuck the rookies, rejects
plainclothes and detect’s
I had a hard life, grew up too quick
But kept it tight with my true click, startin a new flip
Fuck you frontin for? I seen your bag
with your tail between your leg
Afficial Nast in the house that mean you DEAD!

{*scratched “face down on the pavement” -> LL Cool J*}

[Sonsee]
You takin a RIDE, in the ambulance, you catch mad damages
Cock the hammer shit, leave you Los(t) like Angeles
You ain’t brick, or stucco, or paper machete
Whatever you got, get taken away, YOU’RE BAKIN TODAY
Trust that, it’s time to crush cats, when I bust raps
I rush tracks, and oft’ act, BUCKWILD!
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Lying, face down,
with my head in the sand
sharp stones, crash silently in my head
can’t get this blood from a stone,
when all ties are severed to the bone.

Warm wind, blows my skin to red
i can’t change, what hasn’t hasn’t been said
can’t get this blood from a stone,
when all ties you sever to the bone
can’t get this blood from a stone,
besides, I severed down to the bone.

Can’t get this blood from a stone,
when all ties you sever to the bone
can’t get this blood from a stone,
besides, I severed down to the bone.
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(Dead like Elvis) {sample repeated in song}

Check, check, 1 2, check
U know what he’s sayin’?

Face down! {x2}

Somebody once told him that he wouldn’t take Prince through the ringer
Let him go down as a washed up singer
Ain’t that a bitch?
Thinkin’ all along that he wanted 2 be rich
Never respected the root of all evil and he still don’t 2 this day, huh
Bury him face down, let the motherfuckers kiss a ass, OK?

Face down! {x2}

Told ’em he wanted 2 sing a song about a black child goin’ buck wild
And they just laughed in his face
Talk 2 your lawyer but U got no case
What U need 2 do is keep your place
Next time U pull a card, it better be a ace motherfucker
Or U can lay face down (Face down!)

1 2
Face down! 1 2

Horn {x2}
Bass {x2}

Him and her meaning who I’m singin’ about
And his psychoanalyst kinda saw the catalyst
As the devil with the blue jeans on, huh
Ain’t it kinda funny when U see the dawn?
Sign the name they gave ya
But when them motherfuckers turn around ass up, U’re what?

Face down! 1 2
Face down! New Power Generation in the house, bury ’em all
Face down! Yes, oh Lord
Face down!

Orchestra {x3}
Face down!
Orchestra
Face down!

It’s in his will, I read it
He shot 2 kill, he said it
4 those who know the number and don’t call
Hmph, fuck all y’all

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I watch you sit and twitching
With a match between your teeth
You seem to have a knack of moving it
It’s in time to the beat

Face dances tonight
Fate chances moonlight
Face dances tonight
Fate chances moonlight

I can’t be distracted
By the stuttering of the kids
I just sit enraptured
By your fluttering eye lids

Face dances tonight
Fate chances moonlight
Face dances tonight
Fate chances moonlight

I can only stare
You make me feel
Like I don’t care

I can only stare
You make me feel
Like I don’t care

I can only stare
You make me feel
Like I don’t care

Your eyes explain a story
That never had a start
Your brow reveals the glory
That’s hidden in your heart

Face dances tonight
Fate chances moonlight
Face dances tonight
Fate chances moonlight

Your skin is fine china
White as winter snows
Your lips are always shining
Turning up your nose

Face dances tonight
Fate chances moonlight
Face dances tonight
Fate chances moonlight

I can only stare
You make me feel
Like I don’t care
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