Listen to Face Off (Explicit Album Version) song with lyrics from DJ Kay Slay

Face Off (Explicit Album Version)

DJ Kay Slay, Ghostface, Scarface3 Jun 2004

Face Off (Explicit Album Version) Lyrics

 

Face Off (Explicit Album Version) - DJ Kay Slay/Ghostface/Scarface

Yeah this Tony Starks Scarface yeah

We about to switch faces

It's goin' down yeah Kay Slay right here

Right here tonight dawg

Face Mob in New York City huh

 

Holla at you goddamn boy

 

Don't f**k wit me

Don't get this sh*t crunk up in here Kay

'Cuz you know I'ma goddamn fool wit this sh*t

I'm creatin' a masterpiece for niggaz

 

Doin' it Kay Slay all day ev'y day

Steady up in the 12 gauge

I'm f**kin' your house up you and your spouse up

You open your mouth up guarantee you I douce ya

Have 'em writin' about ya daily

I'm in the papers for doubtin' a motherf**ker

Stankin' the speculation you want it

You got it baby

I'm at you a lifetime the ni**a

Washin' your window shorten your lifeline

You're f**kin' wit white wine I'm f**kin' wit nitrate

I'm emotionless when I get 'em a ni**a wit ice veins

Ain't impressed wit status or jewelry

I'm on some street sh*t

Don't believe in sit in front of a jewelry that's weak sh*t

You talk it you gotta live it I live it

That's why I speak it

Exposin' these niggaz weakness'

 

Kay I got 'em sleepin'

Reality f**k a record

Don't believe in disrespectin'

 

And niggaz will be to see you

While your people got you rested'

 

I'm reckless

Mama used to take trips to face to face

Now it's face-to-face Ghost and Face

Scar and Slay

We gon' walk the path that mama laid

 

We fail we gon' see a skull on dollars grave

I remember bustin' out the house

From police duckin' the vans

Wit them taped-up broken revolvers stuck to my pants

That was '88 around the time of Slick Rick era

Day to day rolled chains wit them thick knit sweaters

Who gives a f**k what the D A say

They wanna see me pay

Motherf**ker this is G F K

I settle crimes wit metal 9s

And I ain't gonna stop

'Til your brains all over the street

Like yellow math

Marsh mellow dimes

Brick be the size of cobblestones

Acknowledge the throne it's Pretty Tone

I'm legendary and compared to my work on the strip

Y'all secondary

I'm hittin' these fiends lovely my sh*t be extra heavy

Like construction workers in Timbs and plus they two box

Two glocks in case I gotta bump a few cops off

You know how we do in Staten Island

This is Gaten Island ni**a not a non-violence sticker

 

Mama used to take trips to face to face

Now it's face-to-face Ghost and Face Scar and Slay

We gon' walk the path that mama laid

We fail we gon' see a skull on dollars grave

I gave you a chance to eat

But you chose to bite the hand that fed

You took your sh*t ni**a lay in your bed

Who'd ever thought this ni**a

That we sat down at our table and fed

Would roll on the street and on wit the Feds

I used to love this ni**a now I roll around wit a mask

And a strap and a grudge for that ni**a

F**kin' wit me this adds the fuel to the fire

 

And I'm about to snap that wire

We want them new 20s and 100s Zip lock money

Y'all gon' fund it we gon' eat big like Big Pun did

And we goin' all out like Hussein's sons did

We stickin' niggaz like New York cops wit plungers

So take some advice there's three bears

Cashmere down wit 12 gauges under the table

Slay got the shotty ain't that your label

And them other two bears yo

They's the one that paid you buddy

Mama used to take trips to face to face

Now it's face-to-face Ghost and Face Scar and Slay

We gon' walk the path that mama laid

We fail we gon' see a skull on dollars grave

 

***Lyrics are from third-parties***