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[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 gos 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)

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



["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

(Fuck `em all day fuck `em all night we don`t love these hoes) Yeah!!



This goes out (to my Brooklyn crew)...

[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 gos 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)

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



["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

(Fuck `em all day fuck `em all night we don`t love these hoes) Yeah!!



This goes out (to my Brooklyn crew)...

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