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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)...

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