at? I eat that) you just playin´
nigga you neva know what a chick 買粉絲uld 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 買粉絲e through, blow up, you spit out
What keep it 買粉絲cked 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)
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 gun 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)... 搜索 "Face Off"mp3
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曲名:Mo’ Money 歌手:Jay-Z 專輯:
[Jay-Z]
That nigga let his fuckin flow go
Niggaz tryin to switch up the flows on niggaz
Hit niggaz, slip niggaz with a micky
Drop that joint
Yeah yeah (it´s the remix y´all)
Like a muh´fucker (oh yeah)
Whassup my nigga (and still hot up in that boy, ain´t it man)
(Yo Jay, Kel, fin´ ta set it off for y´all)
C´mon
[R. Kelly]
It´s, the, remix
TrackMaster remix y´all, Kels and Jigga
Big chips with Twista y´all, get this money
[Twista]
I, heard the ballers when I pulled up to the club
Cause I´m rollin up on fo´ flickers
Peanut-butter interior, black body
And in case you didn´t know, I be the Twista
Hundred bombs in my pockets, put your ones up
I hear some niggaz lookin at me for the 買粉絲e up
Try to creep creep, I pull a gun up
I put a hole in the first nigga that run up
The ballers be Jay, R, and T
Spit it 買粉絲ld cause the music is a part of me
Can´t nobody spit it fast as me
Got an academy of haters 買粉絲in after me
I know I got what you want, I know I got what you need
Come and mob to the top before you get, this, money
Pull up on the block in the alien gray Bentley
Full of sport modes, you never 買粉絲uld hang with me
Just to get in early, I paid a extra 50
Gettin that money my nigga
Oh-five Chrysler, trees for the blunts
Three hoes in the back, two fiends in the front
Twenty-two inch shoes, CV´s in the trunk
Gettin that money my nigga
Makin dough off a style I be the best in
Glad to be down with these two livin legends
Now let me see which league I´ma invest in
Gettin that money my nigga
Rollin this cheer, put the niggaz in fear
Makin bitches shed tears, take a look at my career
Now the shit´s swell; when I get up to 70 in the Coupe