Face Off 2000 Lyrics - Singles - Sauce Money

2000, and it goes like 

(Uh, huh, yeah, yeah) 

This goes out to my Brooklyn crew 

Lay my game flat, what you wanna do? 

Talk all night, are we gonna screw? 

I'm talking 'bout me and you 

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 wanna 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 wanna 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 

This goes out to my Brooklyn crew 

Lay my game flat, what you wanna do? 

Talk all night, are we gonna screw? 

I'm talking 'bout me and you 

This goes out to my Brooklyn crew 

Lay my game flat, what you wanna do? 

Talk all night, are we gonna screw? 

I'm talking 'bout me and you 

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, 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 

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 Stilletto's 

But you gotta do it two times like an echo, y'all feelin' that 

This is how we run it down the line 

Nigga Sauce goes first, Jigga next to rhyme 

This goes out to my Brooklyn crew 

Lay my game flat, what you wanna do? 

Talk all night, are we gonna screw? 

I'm talking 'bout me and you 

This goes out to my Brooklyn crew 

Lay my game flat, what you wanna do? 

Talk all night, are we gonna screw? 

I'm talking 'bout me and you 

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 

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 

Uh, dime pieces I'm hittin' 

Four in the morning Frosted Flakes in your kitchen 

Now you want me to start trickin', I suppose 

That's when the first face off kicks in 

We don't love these hoes 

This goes out to my Brooklyn crew 

Lay my game flat, what you wanna do? 

Talk all night, are we gonna screw? 

I'm talking 'bout me and you 

This goes out to my Brooklyn crew 

Lay my game flat, what you wanna do? 

Talk all night, are we gonna screw? 

I'm talking 'bout me and you