[Intro: Jay-Z]
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Sauce motherfuckin
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Jigga, Jigga, feel this…
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[Chorus: Jay-Z & Sauce Money]
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This goes out to my Brooklyn crew
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Put ya guns up in the air if ya feel me
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(If ya feel me) Fuck em all day fuck em all night
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We dont love these hoes
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This goes out to my Brooklyn crew
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Put ya guns up in the air if ya feel me
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(If ya feel me) Fuck em all day fuck em all night
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We dont love these hoes
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[Verse 1: Jay-Z, Sauce Money & Both]
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Yeah, get ya ones up (put ya guns up) its on
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Ladies know that when the suns up Im gone
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Fuck them bitches though, digits though
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Fuck, now if I bring it niggas know whaat
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All black out with the MAC out
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I take shorty to the rest blow her back out
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Sun dress undress (throw her back out) biatch
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(In and out like a crack house) Keep it moving
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Face off with the .38 scraped off
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Keep shorty laced caked off, off an 8-ball
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Know your place
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Sauce scorch when ya least expect it, yeast infected
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You dont imitate bitches (Piece protected)
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So I hear you hate bitches? Love the dough
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(Ya flow irritate niggas) Fuck them though, its all out
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Have a fall out, Ill fucked ya girl
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On top now we call out fuck the world
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Face off!
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[Chorus: Sauce Money & Jay-Z]
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This goes out to my Brooklyn crew
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Put ya guns up in the air if ya feel me
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(If ya feel me) Fuck em all day fuck em all night
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We dont love these hoes
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This goes out to my Brooklyn crew
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Put ya guns up in the air if ya feel me
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(If ya feel me) Fuck em all day fuck em all night
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We dont love these hoes
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[Verse 2: Jay-Z, Sauce Money & Both]
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I apologize ladies, Im lovin ya right
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You must be used to me trickin but we fuckin tonight
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(No wine no dine) no wheelin the whip
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All night long just feelin the dick be-i-itch
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(Sauce motherfuckin slayin Im sayin with no delayin)
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(Can you beat that? I eat that) you just playin
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Nigga you never know what a chick could do
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(Pull the trigger too) check the shit Jigga do
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(My crew) mackin the same bitch (I do)
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(Back plans stack grands) daddy like I you
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(Love them hoes, Jigga?) Ha, how that sound?
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Women start to fall we all bat around
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Let my whole team hit it (scatter round)
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You never seen with it (pat em down)
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Check for cream in it (these riches)
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Got nuhin to do with these bitches
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Nothin yall can do to stop these digits
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Face off!
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[Chorus: Jay-Z & Sauce Money]
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This goes out to my Brooklyn crew
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Put ya guns up in the air if ya feel me
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(If ya feel me) Fuck em all day fuck em all night
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We dont love these hoes
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This goes out to my Brooklyn crew
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Put ya guns up in the air if ya feel me
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(If ya feel me) Fuck em all day fuck em all night
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We dont love these hoes
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[Verse 3: Jay-Z & Sauce Money]
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(Can I touch that?) Whats that? Leave it for dead
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Keep ya arm over ya face my nigga (keep ya head)
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Keep a mind to survive if ya sleep ya dead
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Stay fly til ya die nigga deep with prayer
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With each word ya say I guess the beef is dead
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Ladies & gentlemen (like impeach the Prez)
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Val Kilmer style nigga draw heat with Feds
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Broad day like De Niro shoot all day
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Im the man fuckin the tracks and you just foreplay
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Get a hit I, I come through, blow up, you spit out
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What up? Keep it cocked faithfully like salop
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With one in the drop dont get hit up
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(I be the 4-5th flamer) and (hoes bitch shamer) what!
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Clap cats, a snitchll give ya whole click name up
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Look I done came up (and) tore a whole game up (right)
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Meet me in the square with one in the chamber
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The face off, nigga
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[Chorus: Jay-Z & Sauce Money]
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This goes out to my Brooklyn crew
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Put ya guns up in the air if ya feel me
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(If ya feel me) Fuck em all day fuck em all night
~#**************#~
We dont 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 dont love these hoes
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This goes out to my Brooklyn crew
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Put ya guns up (in the air) if ya feel me
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Fuck em all day (fuck em all night)
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We dont love these hoes
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[Outro]
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This goes out… put ya guns up in the air
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If ya feel me
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Fuck em all day, fuck em all night
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We dont love these hoes
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Yeah!
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This goes out (to my Brooklyn crew)
